BETTY ISIKIEL
An entry in The Crocodile Prize
Kina Securities Award for Poetry
In the age of smart technology
Evil will rise in detailed chronology
Inscribed in such anthology
How many will fall short on financial strategy
The mother who is land
Her daughter will be a hand
United the army shall stand
You must stop this warfare beforehand
A big bird in the sky
Will forget how to fly
Unsure of how or why
Taken it will be, from under the eye
Their cries you will hear
Their pain you will fear
Loved ones lost, oh dear
Many signs to come in the year
This will become modern trend
The fear in all will transcend
Many hearts, you will offend
And still the strength of love one must commend
The mother’s hand will be hidden
The sly fox not to be forgiven
The shockwave that reach prime meridian
The loudest cry will be the silenced lamb
The eagle will lose sight
The lion will lose its roar
The dragons will come out to play
The animal farm and the hunger games
Find the families
And bring back the girls
True human heart protects
That which human greed creates
Your homes they will invade
Torched in flames, call a fire brigade
You will stand to fight with sharpened blade
But many will lingo with the enemy, yes a masquerade
Nature will rise to the occasion
Just like in the creation
The world in revelation
What becomes of the global nation