Fragments Of Poetic Thoughts (1)
The voices
Of the
minstrels
Vanished,
Their muse
Mangled by
the monies
Of the manor
lords,
Their
silence so loud.
Fragments Of Poetic Thoughts (2)
Bombs burst,
Iron birds
downed.
Bushes
And waters
littered
With victims
of hate.
Jihadists
jeer.
Sneer
And cheer.
Fragments Of Poetic Thoughts (3)
The bull
Bustle to
the white mansion
Bursting
balloons.
The mare
Decked with
diamonds
Gallop
To the white
mansion.
The land of
Lincoln
Hail the
hustle.
Fragments Of Poetic Thoughts (4)
The cymbals
sound,
The sirens
scream.
Twelve moons
pass
Since the
“change” monologue.
We are still
Marooned in
sadness.
Fragments Of Poetic Thoughts (5)
The blaze
burns
Fuelled
By the
thoughtlessness
Of the tingods.
The blaze
burns
Blazing
Even into
the minds
Of Biafrans
unborn.
Fragments Of Poetic Thoughts (6)
With
dangerous weapons
They draw
blood,
Blood of the
innocent.
The blood
blights
And flows to
the bank
Of the river
Niger.
The
crocodiles
Guzzle the
blood
Of seekers
of freedom,
The blood of
Biafrans.
Fragments Of Poetic Thoughts (7)
With boxes
of medals
The great
boxing man
Bowed
To the great
beyond.
Heads
Bow in
honour.
Tributes
Rain in
torrents.
Fragments Of Poetic Thoughts (8)
Oil leaks
still
Swim,
Suffocating
sea lifes.
Missiles
still
Mingle with
flames
Of gas
flares.
Our delta
Is still
doomed.
Fragments Of Poetic Thoughts (9)
The ear of
the tin god
Aches,
His tongue
taciturn.
His eyes
Fixed on
foreign lands.
With his
nose
He replies
us
When we
complain.
Fragments Of Poetic Thoughts (10)
The tin god
And his
troop
Tag us
tainted,
Their praise
singers
Spared.
The jails
Would be
full.
The jailers
Would be the
jailbirds.
(Poems presented as social service,
all rights reserved)
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