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42 The Great Hawk They put him inside a great hawk I wept and begged them to let me too in But they refused my awful pleadings They refused all of them coldly Then the hawk made a great noise It’s wings revolved dreadfully fast Displacing huge volumes of air Wonderfully huge volumes of air The hawk raced fast along the ground Like an immense ostrich Making a deafening noise all around All around and wide away The hawk raced bearing away My son in its hawling bowels Oh where was it going with my son? Flying away with a corpse of my son Tears gushed freely from my eyes I wondered how I would live henceforth That son was my existence all and all That son was all my hope For sometime the hawk disappeared Running very fast along the ground Then it reappeared flying lowly past Flying past us with a great noise Far away it looked so very small 43 Like a flying insect It flew fast and was now so small Now so irreparably gone Oh my son, oh my beloved son What have men done with my son? Oh my son, my only eye, my all Fombin P.F. Anxiety The anxiety of waiting lengthens my nights And renders my days meaningless My mouth loses its taste buds And food is reduced to chaff The days are counted backwards As the clock ticks the minutes away How long have I to wait For the spice of my life to be restored? Forsac D. Etogokwe ...

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