Pantoum for a country

There are no guns in this poem,
there are no black bodies on the floor
with hands hallelujah-in the sky, exhaling death
only black skins singing in complementary keys
 
There are no black bodies on the floor
With bodies filled with holes of a bullet
only black skins singing in complementary keys
descendants of Monalisa’s & Mozart's
 
With bodies filled with holes of a bullet
with hands hallelujah-in the sky, exhaling death
descendants of Monalisa’s & Mozart's
There are no guns in this poem.
 
With hands hallelujah-in the sky, exhaling death
& the perfect choir crumbling
there are no guns in this poem
black bodies ruin to pieces by plutonic triggers
& the perfect choir crumbling
 

Ejiro Elizabeth Edward is the winner of Antoa poetry contest. She has been published on Hoax magazine, Olongo, and Heartland women's magazine amongst many others. 
 
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