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The Malignant Ulcer
I see this ulcer
Mind boggling in perception
Body arresting in phenomena
Of diverse shapes and designs
Magnificently wrought together
In one whiff of putrid scent
It is of an exotic nature
Magnanimously growing out of context
Thus ticking with apocalyptic dimensions
Of the many continents sprawled around
They inadvertently bore this ulcer.
Dynamic as it is overwhelming
Random as it is infectious
No remedy yet in sight.
I see many wailing
In tear furrowed concertos
At the gnawing pangs of this ill.
Even in fathomless abyss
Where many died in its ignorance
Many will still take the path
Leaders of men and men of leaders
All cringing in this transient euphoric blues
A few remain steadfast
Unmarked by thesenucleic blues.
Many philosophers philosophized
Many scientists systematized
Leading to absurdioreductio
Even theories ad infinitum
Were so churned by learned men
Leaving us at a loss
So much for their show of knowledge
One philosopher once said:
Ruler be philosophers or
Philosophers be better rulers
To whom many shouted down
An egg-headed prescribed Machiavelli’s
Antidote,
In this misty vortex
Many proffered remedies
But none did assuage the ulcer blues
I saw it spread yesterday
A quantum leap today
In high and low places
This ulcer manifested itself
Amongst the rich, so the poor
In the rich as green as plants
In the plebian as opaque as diamond
You miss it not in the rich
The back leash so conspicuous
Would have been so with the plebian,
Had the opportunity arose
Of this lot
Do they seek solace in religion?
With hope of a brighter day
In vain they seek
When inwardly accountable
One so was
From a distant liberated land
Gaunt faced when ascended
The stately Dias
Was none to remember there?
His ulcer so great
It grew out of proportions
Affected his ego
Destroyed his sanity
Till all but two of his comrades decimated;
With him being decimated by one of them
A race begun for man
To cure this cantankerous ulcer
In vain no effort was worthwhile
The race was aborted midstream
Since none could this ulcer cure
Why not propagate the ulcer more?
For the second time
Another race began
This was so ferocious, desiccating
Brutal and callous
Unprecedented than previous
Inducing sterility into man’s
Inner soul
Alas I noticed everybody
This ulcer had
In their breaths, smiles, eyes, hearts
Limbs and souls.
No wonder one, the depraved theory of
Man propounded,
In this, system of ulcer patients patented
This ulcer so was great
Many went reveling still
Of all these were two major ones
Pronounced to the ailing revelers ill.
Can the sick actually cure the ill?
In reverse we sped
The whole system turgidly
Anti-clockwise in design
The laws of nature defied
Never have I seen in this life
Where two huts were chosen
For the ailing revelers
Two huts only
For a diverse people,
A polyglot crowd.
And I looked towards the oval kingdom
Where everyone wears the same ill face
A stranger to these parts will be at a loss
To differentiate a brother from a friend.
Here their yellow coloured ulcer
Urged them to annihilate
The youthful lives of some
At a particular square gathered.
Equality is man’s birth right
Democracy will surely take precedence
Before the designs of Oligarchy.
And lo across
Their neighbours came to view
Oval faces in the eastern mist
Rare gift to the science of machines.
This people where book and rest
Give them consanguity to Romans
Could stand the nucleic pains no longer
Some went looking for bread to eat
Others sought remedy in their ruler’s palace
Ultimately, the prince and his princess
Were staked under the mid-day sun
What a script to enact!
There is always a price-tag
Attached to men’s deeds
Little wonder an egg-head once said:
The tree of liberty must surely be refreshed
From time to time
With the blood of patriots and tyrants
This ulcer continued to spread
With many cringing from its biting stabs
What antidote could arrest this dote?
Then one having an ulcer on his tongue
Summoned courage to pronounce amiss
In a State where eagles fly,
That the ulcer was not so painful yet
Until many picked from cabbage bins.
Very shortly the same took a flight
When the gun became law:
They wanted him to take his stand
But he had gone with the wind
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Ohiozoba Ehiede
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