The
clouds of dust rise
Towards
the gate of Kano
Thousands
of armies in masks of turbans
Sung
and chanted war songs
They
chanted their titles in the battlefield
Fires
sparked as they raise their eyelids
The
Kuge[i]
was blown
Men’s
hearts burnt and beat
Cowards
trembled before the flame
Women
dragged children home
The
giant gate was opened
As
quick as lightening
Dakarun[ii]
Kano raced out
To
float in the river of blood
Who
fought in the rays of scorching sun
Suddenly,
a star appeared in the day light
That
dressed and masked in their style
And
showered death on to them
To
feed the thirsty earth
In
the rain of dust
His
strong arms raised the spirits of Kanawa
As
deaths danced on his sword
The
sword that never paints red
The
rival king shouted
“Why
Buzu[v]
beheaded Buzu?” He inquired
His
mistress responded:
Alas!
Her king beheaded her in anger
When
the wind of victory was blown
The
crowds talked of no more than Alu
As
the rain of the dust ceased
The
leopard of desert vanished
From
eyes and ears
Only
his turban was found
18th
May, 2013
©Zaharaddeen
Ibrahim Kallah
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