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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