The Weaver Bird by KOFI AWOONOR
The Weaver Bird by KOFI AWOONOR
The weaver bird
built in our house
And laid its eggs
on our only tree.
We did not want to
send it away.
We watched the
building of the nest
And supervised the
egg-laying.
And the weaver
returned in the guise of the owner.
Preaching
salvation to us that owned the house.
They say it came
from the west
Where the storms
at sea had felled the gulls
And the fishers
dried their nets by lantern light.
Its sermon is the
divination of ourselves
And our new
horizon limits at its nest.
But we cannot join
the prayers and answers of the communicants.
We look for new
homes every day,
For new altars we
strive to rebuild
The old shrines
defiled by the weaver's excrement.
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