My country's image is waning
Each passing day.
What can we make of her
Coat of rags?
Let's burn her shadow and
Make us a tattoo of grief,
Epitaph hugging her obituary
Consternation in silence.
Violence:
That riotous beauty sought after
all over:
Scorching deserts to
creaky creeks,
Plateau tops to
plain greens -
Even the rains have lent in their cries
Witnessed on the faces of charred victims
Whose offsprings:
Kankara
Kagara
Shiroro
Owerri
Chikun
Kajuru
Zamfara
Oyo
Aba
Abakaliki
Benue -
Wail each day till their throats run dry;
Till their famished mothers
No longer hold high bony fists
Above pale faces.
Evolution of vultures:
Ant-infested faggots are up in arms;
What's the fate of the fetcher?
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Author:
Ifeanyichukwu Onwughalu (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: April 21st, 2021 10:04
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- Users favorite of this poem: L. B. Mek, jarcher54
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Comments3
A cannot understand all the circumstances you refer to here - how could I? However I see it as a powerful piece of writing, and if I have interpreted you halfway correctly, a shout of rage.
Thanks Ifean
Hi Dave, the poem is a sad commentary on the atrocious killings by bandits and terrorists in my country. The worsening state of insecurity in my country is taking it's toll on the citizens. It's impact is spreading and felt all over.
Such a powerful image of a beautiful people in crisis. I hear the wailing, see the frail fists, and smell the foul breath of the vultures.
Jarcher54, indeed appreciative of your interpretation and feeling our plight over here. Regards!
'Scorching deserts to
creaky creeks,
Plateau tops to
plain greens -'..
simply, Brilliant!
'what is poetry
but emotions sang proudly
exclaiming with insightful commentary
all that dreary bleak of our reality
witnessing humanity's re-hashed legacy
of cyclical history'
Thank you Mek!
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