ONWARD NIGERIA


The tracks have been tenaciously hewed out –

Straight from the core – unveiling the election course;

And an assembly of mixed blood – each savior

Armed with the solution manuscript;

The self-acclaimed catalogue – to eliminate

A collective yoke; the overall bondage;

Casting a cyclic restriction on the coal-colored

Entity – the soot-riddled, odd-shaped, nationality.

There are wild sails of polluted vows –

With the irresistible drug – the ultimate

Paper Power – lounging glamorously on center stage.

The war-gong has been sounded – initiating a thick row

Between Sentiment and Credibility,

Between Illusion and Reality,

Between Selection and Election,

Between Mediocrity and Meritocracy.

The eventual outcome begins with you!

Good luck Nigeria!




MAN’S BEST ENEMY


Oh death, who really art thou?

Encrypted you are, in many a myth,

Like words, symbolic, in a strange tongue;

Encased in mystery; deep rooted.




Many behold you as an illusion.

Are you really there? Others ask.

But you lurk under darkness,

Waiting to grab, even the most innocent,

With your slivery and cold hands.





Oh death, how proud you must be,

With no regards; lofty and high-minded.

Your voice cuts through the night and day,

Shrilling like a demented bell, but silent;

Seeking, seeking, the souls of Men.





You ride with grace and abandon,

Stealthily on the field of life –

An infamous soldier, on the horse of pride;

No doubts, Man’s best enemy.





© Iyke Igwe
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