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OUR KING IS INSANE

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OUR KING IS INSANE

Clad in his double-breasted royal toga
Filled of nothing but pride and anger
His face as grim as a Pallbearer’s
His gaze dreadful and fearful like that of 
A raging rattlesnake about to strike
His eyes crackling charcoal fire-red
His dancing tummy under his “Agbada”
Reminds me of a dancing Porcupine

He paces round his palace
A house built on a Rock in the Niger-Area
He fumes and puffs like a spitting Cobra . . . 
“My eyes of pity had gone blinded
Only those of nakedness built on wickedness
Shone in my vibrating Golgotha  
Let no man speak of hunger with anger
For I find people not scavenging on the garbage
Let no one talk of thirst in a haste
For our River Niger is like that of River Marah
It brings only taste of grouchiness and  sullenness

Let men in the Niger-Area speak not of hoarding of food
For Farming is the only way to more days of famine
Speak not of hike in the Oil from our ground
For its very dear in the other neighbouring lands 
Rejoice my people for the benevolence have shown you
I shall rule and rule  forever till there are people to rule no more”
Our King is indeed insane for sanity left him long ago
A vivaciously looking Chimpanzee in the Niger-Area Forest
A chirpy Chimera of the Black Race, unto him I bow piously

I have impatiently listened to his drunken fits of eloquence 
My king smells like a gouard of wine full of petulance
As I bore the sting of his unrivaled drunken ribaldry
I weep for a King who is as old as Methuselah
I wonder whether he had ever smell childhood
For he looks as if he had always been old from 
The very  scaring day he was let out of his Mother’s womb
His Majesty old and worn out like a dry hell

Let him run into the Market with nakedness on his head 
Let our people beat and stone insanity out of him
Let the people in the Niger- Area Arise and thread 
Like the Strong and the Mighty with history of Victory
And arrest our oppressors and other fanatical Kingpins
And let them be taken like urchin for their tyranny
And turpitude has attained untold heights




Alayande Stephen .T
5th  December, 2005
12.45pm

Conceptualized after the furore of  OBJ’s 
Third term bid for continuity of hunger ,
Anger and excruciating Poverty for mass of the people.

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  1. Date: 5/29/2009 6:15:00 PM
    Finally, a totlally lovely understandable story for ME!!! hahahahaa I happy. I love it. Please let me offer a wee assist for the gift of your lovely tale! Line 7 & 8 both use the word dancing..you know many words no need to use one twice ;) "gourd of wine"..I wonder whether he has ever smelled of childhood" "for he looks as if he has always had an old form" "let him be taken like a mischievous urchin and caste out for his turpitude has attained to great a height! Thank you SO much. Light&Love