Grind the Baby
(with help from friends) Jimma , 8/10/92
Grind the baby
feet and bones.
She alive,
She all alone.
Grind the baby
head flop around.
Baby cry,
I hear the sound.
Grind the baby
and she scream.
The baby’s tears,
they’re not a dream.
They be mad
and then it’s me.
They hold my hands,
They grind my feet.
They grind the baby
and say it’s me.
The baby cry
and she be dead.
They grind the baby,
then grind the head.
It yukky look
the baby dead.
They grind the baby,
the baby dead.
Where the baby?
The baby dead.
I was three!