Nehi Igbinijesu
Raving ravens ravaged
O sleepless town of old
Compromising covens concealed
Once but now many told
For they were revered once
For fear did they embold
Wimpering beast and man all
Like chilly harmattan cold
Who may speak for us
Most and many remanded
Some Christ to die again
In blood sin bleaches
To enter paradise in the horizon
A mirage – naivety’s sabotage
A subterfuge of release
From chain cooked minds
Messiah hardly Africa
Come truly us to aid
But bicker rather trickly
Loud mouthed serenades
A lore of dreams virulently
Of hopes, scores and joy
That one day -yes one day
Surmise we end the ploy!
This Poem is part of the anthology of 30 Poems titled: “Dirges of The Niger” By Nehi Igbinijesu.
