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From the onset you become
The supernatural puppeteer behind power
The chieftain of the tycoons
The moral and immoral nous
The sheepherder of the multiverse
Why tenuring freudalism and captivity?
Thy sheep in topsided race
Like asymmetric scale

Yesterday celebrates your uniqueness
Before acculturation and elitism
Why conflict clashes at odds
The ettin the pygmies at war
Why war at ourselves?
Choice has been denied
Aren't our warfare the law of God and mature?
Why violating them?

You feign thyself
We closed our eyes with the land 
We opened with unlawful laws and not the land
In discombobulation 
We combat with fate
Who'll unchain us in this chain and shackle?
An immortal or mortal?
But it's the work of our hands

Who'll see the end of this war?
And tell the stories
When "truth lies on a dying lips"
No wonder he said, "Things has fallen apart"
Which road is right?
The night hurries in anger

Why prove me wrong my brother right?
Enmities as love
Operating in ugly polychrome 
We hear in our dreams
Clamorous clashes of cultures
The mournful mutters of religion rattling
Causing great tension and fear

Assassination as norm
In the name of belief
Hatred among birds of a feather
Though, I know
"Nature does nothing in vain"
Why shadowing thy name?
Resonating enharmonic melodies
While the unheard melodies are sweeter

Wrong as right , right as wrong
Conflicting in contract
Right as right, wrong as wrong
Idolising the sun, moon, trees and the sea
Where's thy maker?
We war that we have peace
Now the engine room has fallen
Where's our culture?

One thing I know
Truth, the mirror is to eternity
Its high time we awoke
Never allow our works to slay us
The cry of your victims 
Can never die in our memories
From generation to generation
They're remembered

Our forebears turned at us in deaf ears
The hooting owl flits the earth
The drum beats unrhythmically
To the sorrowful tone of the earth
The unhappy sun hikes rapidly
The cloud thunders in tears
Winds sighing and winding in anticlockwise
As thunder rumbles to threaten the earth
Oh! What a calamitous end
Who'll tell?
The master at the closet



(BY OPURUM PRECIOUS (Odiboy) A poet, writer and critic .Nigeria)
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