Independence Day.
The bars are empty,
the streets deserted
and the gloom which sorrounds the nieghbourhoods,
thickened.
Belatedly the wind mormured,
the trees sighed
and the birds looked on in silence,
.........as quiet as despair.
Inside the homes,
dis-believing folks gathered in silence
before radio and t.v sets,
to be bathed by concerted token of lies of freedom
and nationhood.
I waited all day.
None clapped.
None sang,
nor any danced for joy.
The hands that clapped
are withered,
the voice fainted,
and the feet are everywhere in chains.
All is quiet on Nigeria`s independence day.
For this nation and people
that we bought freedom
with our life and soul,
we have been cheated of all the best in life
.......by the same evil leaders
we allowed to live.
Copyright © K K Iloduba Jnr | Year Posted 2008
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