INSIPID NIGERIA Written by KEMKA S. IBEJI


It's a den like terrible here 

It's difficult not to think this

Everyone here is a criminal 

Everyone is encouraged to be


Our money houses are extortionate 

Our safe keepers are quiet robbers 

Our will custodian is a treachery 

The crown looks like a crook 

Our lives are in utter danger


Justice sings elegy and dirge 

Its temple is a bazaar mall

Why not call it a supermarket?

Judgements are wares in shelves 

We hope for a showroom soon 

The priests and priestesses war

The bounty is prize for the winner 

The bench and bar cook us a meal

The meal is injustice

Shame took a flight 


Constable and his masters kidnap 

Our weapons to protect are nightmares 

The state of nature is a joke 

We live in the nature of state 

The sovereign relishes all

We may never get well, not soon 


Wake me up from this sleep

The dreams are after my life 

It's insipid living in such a time 

Livid? It won't serve either 

Let time give us ideas to live on

We shall be fine one day...

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