By Nehi Igbinijesu
What relief got we
When the strongman died
For life thought we
Came here him with
Debasing, demanded, demeaned
With plot and posh plunder
Arts livid and lying wonders
Lorded quilt recklessly
Cried fretful, and squealed
For blood, sweet and stay
Yet in death- humbled
Vociferously liver hushed
Laid to rest, quadrangled
Untimed by everyman’s visitor
To tell no more the future
Of grown made men free
Released into the abode
A gently dangling glee!
That placed no more
In strongman’s tired hand
Yours and our destiny
This Poem is part of the anthology of 30 Poems titled: “Dirges of The Niger” By Nehi Igbinijesu.
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This article was first published on 8th February 2013
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Nehikhare Omotayo Igbinijesu is an Economist, Poet, and Social Entrepreneur. 'He is the author of The Code: A Simple Story About Raising Great Women' and 'Marriage: 12 Questions You Need To Ask Before You Say, “I Do”'. He lives in Lagos with his wife, Akudo and two sons. He is Co-founder of Stuffsilos.com, a motivational resources company based in Lagos. You can email him via nehijesu [at] yahoo.co.uk
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