Ishaq Imruh Bakari

The flimsy mask
of sovereignty
unravels in the desert sand
The border posts and sentry gates
designed to imprison
the poor and the innocent
mean nothing in a season of pestilence

At the presidential palace in Mali
vagabond soldiers
Came to play their video games
and all came tumbling down

those who curse their parents
will always perish
those who invite hyenas to dinner
will always be the main course more

History does not
repeat itself it hangs
Around the neck
like a stone or a talisman…