Can’t you see vicious giants wearing
narcissistic pancakes on gory skins
clogging the Niger coasts
with colossal granites of
despair and blocking
crossroads to renaissance?
Can’t you hear loud wailing of
babes, juveniles in the sub-sahara
whose bodies have been edited
by kwashiorkor;
the artist who dances to beats made
by hunger, politicians
sucking the breast of the economy
with pipes resembling bugs’ proboscis
can’t you see vile pythons on shady
corrupt regalia romancing
the staff of justice; the only totem
of equity in the hall of prejudice
We are now an icon of ignominy,
a sight resembling scrotums plagued
by a legion of lice, sashaying to and
fro the sahara borders on a futile odyssey
in search of nothing
Save us!
- written by Daniel Ezeokeke
