Oh, To Nigeria

Nigeria, you are a broken child

In the hands of a merciless Shadow.

You are crippled under the weight of his grip

And choked by the fumes of his breath

Yet

You smile as you swallow

Poison deep into your lungs.

You celebrate and jubilate

And sing for games that are not yours.

Then return to life sweet life

Full of strife and endless chores.

The big black Shadow

In his big black jeep

Passes you by unshaken

Nigeria you poor crippled thing

Grab your stick and try to hasten

To hail

“Oh Great Shadow, (who casts himself above,

Below and around us)!

Oh Great Shadow, (who decapitates and abhors us)!

Oh Great Shadow, (who leaves us to our own devices

Feeds off us and us-sacrifices)!

You shall not be forgotten

Oh Great Shadow, (great beast of

Hell)

The heart of Nigeria in which you dwell

You plague

Is rotten.”

Nigeria, you are a broken child

In the hands of a merciless Shadow.

You are deflated and then cremated

And buried under grief

Yet

You smile, laugh, dance and play

As you waste, waste, waste away.

© Ciinders TheSoulsWord ™

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~ by Ciinders on May 20, 2011.

One Response to “Oh, To Nigeria”

  1. what a powerful capture of the character,
    elegant poetry.

    you rock.
    😉
    😉

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