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There was a aseason

When love was love
the educated are uneducated
hunger was hung in daylight
when sins were seen in scenes

There was a season

when poverty was prohibited
obscenity totally abhored
the gods are justice par 
excellence
when people peopled with 
purpose abound

There was a season

when earth has no earthlings
Rivers Niger and Benue were 
at peace
Augusts were filled with 
august events
WaZoBia means come
when there was a country

We are in a season

when the winter wins
people sums in summer
harmattan harms the poor
when things are no longer at 
ease

We are in a season 

when vultures are in 
parliaments
religious overseers become 
coffers seers
bards are turned to harbingers
when the falcon no longer 
hears the falconer


We are in a season

When iniquity is ubiquiteous
democracy raped in public 
gaze
tyrannism is re- christened 
and democratized
when the center can no longer 
hold

We are in a season

when the blind are experts in 
colour prediction
the lame are announced 
winners in relays
the deaf hears the sound of 
gun- shots
the dumb lead in religious 
hymns
when one is man of the 
people in disguise


We are in a season

when the things above are 
above us
the things beyond are beyond 
us
senses no longer makes sense
modernity embraces 
immorality
when heaven and earth lack 
rapport


We are in a season

when kings are pimps
queens becoming madams
the good lack goodness
the bad bar the bards
the ugly remain ungodly
when things have fallen apart


I see a season

when angels will live in Los 
Angeles
food will become free in Free 
Town
people will go to overseas through Amansea
people will differenciate a 
truth from a fact
when policies will not be 
politicized

I see a season

when battles will be battled
death will become dead
immortality will be mortalized
when time will be made 
timeless

I see a season

when penury will perish
praises sung in paradise
sickness will become sick
holidays will be made 
holy days
we'll have a common 
idiosyncrasy
when the arrow of 
God is awaited

There was a season 
We are in a season
I see a season
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