AT FIFTY-TWO CARRYING MILK TOOTH.
I speck as a barren sister
Mirage that darkness glitters,
Principals with voiceless whispers
Ministers of sugarless minerals,
God forgives with elementary prayers
Suffering is my leather as you never
Replied to my letters nor credentials.
Nourish your feathers
The sky is fallen ill and calls for
You sit for so long folding our shrinking
Revolution is a stanza on freedoms agenda.
Nigeria, a raped virgin
Am sorry heaven would soon disconnect my
Why is my blood red?
To differentiate from hells ingredient
And to color sirens which would eventually
Block many ears.
I touched the tears of Soyinka’s hair
I hear the steps of Awolowo’s legs,
When this great heads die,
Who would sacrifices his solid chest
To breast feed our hopeless years.
Miracles is on the way,
Is all I always say
Here is a poetic blend
To provoke this stubborn men.
Nigeria is under my care
Join the campaign to lift and undress this
You are no scare crow
Revolt with a gallant tone
I have built a mansion called hope
I started with this tiny rope
Nigeria cant be cloned
Speck with your vote and lets sail on
This elegant boat,
To the destination that present growth.
No more armatures ruling in pretense
And claim his a dove.
Today I am fifty two,
Handling a walking stick and no ripe