My country's image is waning
Each passing day.
What can we make of her
Coat of rags?
Let's burn her shadow and
Make us a tattoo of grief,
Epitaph hugging her obituary
Consternation in silence.
Violence:
That riotous beauty sought after
all over:
Scorching deserts to
creaky creeks,
Plateau tops to
plain greens -
Even the rains have lent in their cries
Witnessed on the faces of charred victims
Whose offsprings:
Kankara
Kagara
Shiroro
Owerri
Chikun
Kajuru
Zamfara
Oyo
Aba
Abakaliki
Benue -
Wail each day till their throats run dry;
Till their famished mothers
No longer hold high bony fists
Above pale faces.
Evolution of vultures:
Ant-infested faggots are up in arms;
What's the fate of the fetcher?
Wrinkled Petals
Ifeanyichukwu Onwughalu
(C) All Rights Reserved. Poem Submitted on 04/21/2021
Poet's note: The worsening state of insecurity in my country is taking it's toll on the citizens. It's impact is spreading and felt all over.
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Poem topics: beauty, fate, grief, silence, shadow, plain, country, tattoo, evolution, hold, high, Valentine's Day, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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