THE FICKLE BLIND BIRD: NIGERIA. Written by KEMKA S. IBEJI
This poor blind bird jumps
It hops in and out of every bad
Landing on spittle and wormwood
Holding fast at all darb dirt
Feasting on worms of wrongs
Gasping helplessly
But none comes to rescue
It knows not its own and count
A city of all and all negatives
Teaching the rejectable
Breeding morally reprehensibly
Thieves, cheats, robbers, all outlaws
Now the abode of murderers
The very best of all worsts
The citizens are the real pictures
Of self hate and self destruction
Giving power to their enemies
To those who think everything
Just once they're against the people
They're their real choice
Wise in all things wrong
Capricious conglomerate
Gathering of strangers
Lovers of their fractures
Worshippers of their shackles
Magnifiers of their condemnable
Choristers unto their graves
Why will this blind bird flirt?
Fluttering in filthiest ponds
Without shame it smiles
Such smiles that curries disdain
This fickle blind bird!
When shall we sing your praise?
Or when do we say goodbye;
Goodbye to your decaying frame?
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