The village woke up in commotion
Baying for blood
Dawn was still winking
Swords were drawn
Simis sharpened
The air tore with vengeance
Every foot ran to the village square
To settle the issue fair and square
The sun was still peeping surreptitiously
On the horizons
Observing
Cindered body of a man
They called a witch
The mob dug a shallow grave
Hurriedly burying the remains
The dawn was fully awake
When the earth embraced
The charred remains
Note: Simis is a Kiswahili plural word for a sword.
C) Lorot Salem 2010
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