Monday, 25 April 2011

Tororot, the God of the Rising Sun

1.       Tororot, the God of the Rising Sun,
Some disturbing thing:
A farmer hang himself on a tree
Because it did not rain
Beside him was his hoe

He was a retired teacher
You know that as much
From his pension
He invested it in soil
And the clouds

As the barren clouds played
Hide and seek, for days on end
Till all his maize farm wilted
This morning, we hear, he walked
To his farm and dispatched himself to you

Tororot, the God of the Rising Sun
You shine and rain, of that I know
But as I saw the limbs a limbo
And looked at his farm, I pitied
This man.

C) Lorot Salem 2011

For a prompt 2011 April PAD Challenge: Day 24 by Robert; a “prayer  poem”


Sherry Blue Sky said...

Such a sad story, told with heart. So well conveyed, Salem.

Salem Lorot said...

@ Sherry Blue Sky, thank you Koko.

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