Change

Do you know that giant of Africa yesterday?
That great and well-fed West African Elephant?
Whose offspring’s are pot-belly, lament-less and relieved? 

 Have you seen that giant of Africa today?
Whose leaky walls are infiltrated with turmoil and malevolence?
Yet couldn’t hear; couldn’t see and couldn’t say?

Have you seen a thespian Nigeria?
With over-blown inflationary rate 
Uncontrolled exchange rate 
And a despicable insecurity peril?

Wherefore is everything that was there before?
The favourable exchange rate 
Manageable security and controlled price 

And where is everyone?
The Obasanjo’s, the Jonathan’s and the Yar’adua’s of blessed memory

Whose hands of revulsion are we in?
Where nothing is something 
Only hunger, malady, dearth and communal cleansing
With yesteryear better than the crinkled arms of tomorrow 

See the boulevard, the drifters and the indigents
Permissible and impermissible whores    
Imperceptible horror and terror 
With rage in everyone’s smiling faces 

When will CHANGE be ‘CHANGED?’
 That which we bargained with our lives 
Traded in sorrow and grief 
And forsaken afterwards 

Does CHANGE mean hunger, marginalization and communal cleansing?
Does it mean power outage and general price hike?
Who can CHANGE the CHANGE and
 Not pick the pieces of discord.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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