My Love Is Sick(For Nigeria At 45)

With utter dismay I sank my red eyeballs Inside a dust filled pillow I wept for her profusely I wept for my love For my love is still sick Fourty five moons after It was fourty five moons Still,, she stay glued Still, she was without movement Paralysis crept into her From toe down the head She was a living corpse She was stroked with stroke The sickness diagnosed Drugs and remedies found at last But the in-house parasitic rodents And the foreign greedy wolves Would let loose heavens If my love is revived from the sickness Why? We all echoed !! Why not? They replied firmly !! Looking terribly mean like a wolf whose Prey is about being freed She is our prey !!! They roared like a wounded lion She shall be ruined by debt She shall thirst only sorrow She shall die of hunger She shall continue to swim in misery Even amidst plenty and many They laughed whimsically Fear garbed my nakedness With cold and fever As I shiver and quiver I lift my head off the pillow Tears seized my eyes As I sight her still in trauma Why would they do this? Where are they? I queried Where are the wolves and rodents? But for how long will I weep for my dying love? For how long will I gnash my teeth in pains still on earth?. On the bull of struggle I shall take the horns My kinsmen I shall rally Against the rodents and the wolves We shall wrestle power To restore my love back to life Where we can raise her from the lower Only to up there in the towers. Alayande Stephen. T 27th of October 9.00am