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COMMONERS’ FATE

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We are the leaders of the morrow

Dangling as unripened fruits

On our today’s trees of stillness

When our old-today is barren,

How can ‘we’ young tomorrow be born?

We are the leaders of the morrow

Elected by permanent voters’ bullets

To rule the parliament of death

And the national assembly of graves

Who can bring life to our dead dreams?

We are the leaders of the morrow

Minced by the butchers of Sambisa

In the festival of their holy war

Where the tongue of the earth sips deeply

The cold wine, from the breweries of our necks

We are the leaders of the morrow

Married away in the blind noon

With unquestionable and metallic dowries

To become forest wives of human apes

The last sight of our pens and books

We are the leaders of the morrow

Who faced fire and smoked its flame

In the university of spiny assignments

But were later employed as fighting gadgets

In the office of our political potentates

We are the leaders of the morrow

Standing, bending, and kneeling

Lying prostrate and begging the herbalists

Of this our national shrines to allow us

Too, to dine and wine with the gods

The ‘gods’ means the Europeans or the advanced countries.

written by: JAMES T. ABEL ADESITIMI

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APOSTLES OF CORRUPTION

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Apostles of corruption are:
The electoral-herbalists!
Of our green-white land
Who steal our cowries of vote
To appease their political gods

Apostles of corruption are:
The newly elected apostles
Who have once preached to us
The gospel of sweetness
But later chameleon to be lies

Apostles of corruption are:
The priests and Imams who bow
Their consciences for coloured-papers
And nurse our national termites
With fasting and thunderous prayers

Apostles of corruption are:
The oiled mouths in parliament
Who read the epistles of foods
While their kinsmen at the root
Are dying of starving everyday

Apostles of corruption are:
Our foolish representatives
In the house of loot
Who speak stony vocabularies
While we hold class beneath trees

Apostles of corruption are:
The federal members
Who forced every student
To study their invented selfishness
In the universities of strike

Apostles of corruption are:
Those mice in black uniforms
And the kleptomaniac body
Who make friends with the rats
And the suckers of our national wealth

Apostles of corruption are:
I and you who refuse to go
Against injustice, lust, fraud,
And all other societal vices
In our respective domains

VALOR

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In one of my very loose wanderings
I crawled into what I felt was my past
Through the forbidden path of lust

I mended crest with fallen when I beheld
The city gate of violence and carnage
Built with flickers of melancholic metals

I perceived from afar, treachery and mayhem
Beyond the heavy walls of my sight hood
Despondent crew of whores and slayers lavished

I shall feed my own flesh to the dogs and pigs
If it means waving goodbye to my past
And tread towards the beginning of my future

But I stand as a child of summer, expecting
The dreadful days of winter, they say, is coming
Even the finality of death will not end the torments of the time

A firm pillar will never succumb to the waft of storm
Nor will a rat ever bow to the queen of termites
I dare say; let the worst years come!

Written by: Fraulein Blossom Chinedu
Edited by: Kukogho Iruesiri Samson