Seasons

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