by Chinedu Ichu
There must be healing power someplace
You close your eyes to our demands
Set sail frigates without worthy occupants
Instead, your tongue only licks our toe
Driving us into oblivion
Has our land not ridiculed us enough?
Has our tears not flowed unend?
We’ve decided to borrow more from suckling ones
Take a look at this chaffed palm
Striking hard on hired tambourine
They spend endless days cursing dry bones
Where was their mouth piece?
Drunken inside a trance
That thrives in wickedness
Label on empty schnapps bottle reads:
Our elders are wayward
What covenant drove them wild on our behalf?
Dark clouds curl all over dozen of portraits
We were not even fetus yet
This burden ate up ignorant bloodline
Embrace our waters like the days of old.