Dear Sirs Of Sars, Save Our Souls. Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCCDAEFGHIJAKLMNNOA ACPQRSTAQQUVWAXYNZA2 B2C2D2E2SF2| And when I lay my head to rest worry grasps me | A |
| Subsequent rushes of devastation am I ruined | B |
| Ugwu said the world was silent when we died | C |
| years later the world spoke we still died | C |
| Cowed by fear for many years we accepted our country as it was | D |
| Now we struggle to mould the nation as it ought to be | A |
| And all we get in return is bloodshed and violence | E |
| Is it fate or is it just too late | F |
| It's not quite a task to sit at home | G |
| There's every reason to lay the placard down | H |
| Except the fact that we might be next | I |
| A casualties yesterday injured today | J |
| The reality of the comfort of your home being turned to you being tortured in a cell unlawfully | A |
| Even a fool will take heed | K |
| Nobody will listen but he will speak | L |
| Your opinions may not be accommodated now | M |
| However our voices must be heard | N |
| Speeches of who should be the shepherd | N |
| Consistently drain me of the little morale left | O |
| The same fuel that fires up the need to take an action is the same fuel that fires up apathy | A |
| What if I die Would I be some sort of Luther or Gandhi | A |
| Or would I be part of the dead bodies who the government pay to hide | C |
| Men and women of so called timbre and calibre have failed to channel their influence to the right fill | P |
| But the press wants my nobody of a mother to roll in mud with a depressed expression | Q |
| With tears dried and plastered like pap | R |
| To come out and admit that I was killed in the shootout | S |
| Then they would help extinguish her silently like the nobody that she is | T |
| We were chanting peacefully | A |
| My cousin who was detained years ago without proper investigation | Q |
| Emmanuella whose twin was shot for no reason | Q |
| Mrs Adeyemi an year old woman suffering from stroke whose only surviving grandchild was hit by a stray bullet | U |
| Nnenna who sustained severe torture from the psychopaths of SARS | V |
| And a whole lot of others whose dented hearts kept them relentless | W |
| We were protesting strongly | A |
| When the street lights were turned off | X |
| We were still moving though confused | Y |
| When gunshots succeeded by screams were heard | N |
| I ran but the tears on my cheeks ran even faster | Z |
| The same hands that pay the broadcasters to preach one Nigeria | A2 |
| Are the same hands that pay the police to hide dead bodies | B2 |
| Near to the grave aged men soiling their garments | C2 |
| years of graduation no jobs | D2 |
| Default suspects because we wear ear pods | E2 |
| When they wrote the constitution no right was left out | S |
| But at this point of no right is left non violated | F2 |
Obagha Chiamaka
(C) All Rights Reserved. Poem Submitted on 12/02/2021
Poet's note: This sad poem was written some days after the Lekki tollgate massacre in my country, Nigeria on the 20th of October, 2020. I still feel like I haven't described the pain well enough because truly the heartbreak is undescribable. Worse still, our government denied countless number of times that people died during the shootout. How unfortunate! Not until a justice panel was set out this year 2021 and it's been confirmed that there were death casualties. I'm still sad, till tomorrow. Nothing can replace those lives lost.
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