By Nehi Igbinijesu
Revelling in loathed rubbish
Reeling in the ghastly pain
Of gainful blood-letting
And fears that sing an ode
Oh song for how long
Bleating melodious tirades
Insulting insolence in situ
Removing respect
Starked up for years
All in one simple ode
Could this be another song from Anetor
Swarming me delightfully
With greatest of expectation
Of morrows white and green
No more captors
No more desires
Just an ode beset with fire
And sweeping passions
To which many lofty aspire
Yes sing that song
Arise o come patriot
In verses strung with cods
Vilifying murderous simpletons
Dispersing all their flaws
This poem is part of the anthology of 30 Poems titled: “Dirges of The Niger” By Nehi Igbinijesu.
