Divine Friday Idiong Poet Ballad

Tides

The tides of the streams of Warri
Have been here with me
Since my wee school days in that town.

The brownish waters I guzzled
While swimming the streams in Uvwie.
The brackish waters I swallowed
While swimming the McIver 
And Udu Rivers in those days.

Have remained within through the years;
Pulling me toward those waters
Just the way the moon does the oceans.

To witness the simple complexity
Of the coming and going of the tides;
Spawned by the romance of Moon and Earth.

Oh in those days!
How they come and go; the tides.
And alas, the fate
Of the countless micro organisms
And their habitation in those tributaries;
The changes they encounter day by day.

The tides bring in so much hope
And take back so much hope.

Now I like a grown organism.
In this country that has become a stream.

The governments like the tides,
Come in and go out with so much.
And we the people have become
Microorganisms that must inure
The useless residues of 
Their coming and going.

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