Nigeria At 61... Poem by Owoeye Taiwo Bisola

She clocked another year this day brimming in a boiling pot of pure dishevelments,
I saw my once fancy favourite flag torn swiftly into shreds, it was branded with blood,
I saw the portholes on the roads covered with the carcasses of my dear dead friends,
I saw the stream of water from the eyes of Mother Earth inundating the highways,
She is +1 today, but her rotting body smells rusty with senectitude and selfishness.

She is an elderly woman with the cerebrum of a child who dwells in a dreamland,
I saw guns brandished in the air like medals, the scent of flesh dominated that day,
I saw the moon turned to crimson and inflamed with the blood of the Innocents,
I saw the blood and guts on her calloused hands, it's not coming off anytime soon,
She has come of age to ride on the wings of freedom, but she is stuck in her immaturities of self-inflicted torments and thralldome.

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