DEBRIS AT THE GOLDEN GATES

Written by: NDIMAEME DAVID K

Tainted wits... blurred in 
clarity, 
a madman's coronation... our 
country's plight. 
atlas, we are home, choked in 
parity 
another to our last 51, the 
journey's so far. 
can we break the walls? 

This imagination, a shattering 
throne. 
when city's celebrate a 
thousand birth-years, 
then we recollect another 
bloodshed... 
52 million heads in 52 dying 
years. 
what a shame! 

My country of birth 
civilized cannibals, through 
kingdoms of ancient gods 
to masquerades in 
government house...our 
golden gates. 
BOKO HARAM? lies. 
another lie, 

Can of worms... debris at the 
golden gates, 
At 27,I look older than my 
country's age 
what years of tears had done 
to my teenly skin, 
my skipping heart would have 
been younger in Queensland. 

Another death rate 
on our golden birth...52? 
decades of misuse... reckless 
abandonment, 
while the slim pigs eats 
porridge, 
fattening to unconsciousness in 
American clinics 
once parading as good 
Shepherds, we are all gone, 
pocketted in their fat pockets. 
52 years of ferocious reigns, 
when he's gone.. 
yet another one 
Olusegu..abach, babangi, 
jona... No calling names, 
Yet they all wear the same 
masks. 
Maggots at the golden 
gates...snakes at the states 
secretariates, 
traditional money-bags... 
nothing is left to cry for. 
we are finished dry... 
the tears are all gone... 
though not fools, we only 
watch.