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Lament of the Helpless
Our Messiah has
turned into a menace
“It’s do or die,”
sings his Dane gun
The Ikoro
taunts our henchmen
The gods wait in
silent anxiety
Who can assail the
raging wind?
Our henchmen have
sold their matchets,
Wearing their
manhood, tough like words,
Challenge with gusto
our wo-men to battle,
Cajole our old men
with their anus
But
Refuse to challenge
our Messiah
Refuse to assail the
raging wind
And
Our Messiah becomes a
monster
Our monster devours
our destiny
Our ancestors lament
in faded graves:
Who can dance the
rhythm of the war drums
Who can hear the lament of the
Ikoro
Who can raise the
hopes of despondent gods?
Enugu, 1995 |
