We Change

Only steps away from the golden age,
where mile stone others mark.
Two steps from almost getting right;
guns gone, khakis caged and erstwhile chiefs cram legal verses.
Agbadas and baban rigas in new found freedom ‘democreate’ in
theatres teeming with all manner of wannabes –
old mistakes reborn, future blunders tenderly crafted
and the more we scrutinize the less we recognize.

“Arise O’ Compatriots,” this nation is ours,
If you hear me say, “we have the powers!”
But make that your private thought,
or that’s all it’s worth
if you discover your public saints nurse
spiky talons and hidden tails.

Snail the trail of rule of law and you’ll find old races end,
new races begin on who robs the people the most,
who deals anti graft the bloodiest nose, and
who’s the latest out-grow of the penal law.

And the cloud above is super silent.

But let’s sing songs of freedom, and await deliverance
of wisdom of new promises of old content.
While more good men find pores in the vice to
pierce hungry proboscis ( to God be the glory)
and the deprave rend the air with inglorious chant,
“fight you lose, run you lose!”

© J.Ifeme Elo


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