Night Of A Creaking Bed Poem by Ekwueme Kelechi

We're all victims of rape in this entity
Where fathers no not others
Yes, we are victims of a brutal life turned comedy

Our country has left the animal cast
To that of the inanimate
Though the animals now inhabit in the so called souls
Who we entrusted our rights

O wind, make Mrs Bush thy messenger
Give her the actions of sons to deliver to our fathers
Who are watchful and waiting at the peak of the tunnel

A place where colour has no customer
Please dearie, tell her to abandon conviction
Of the dismayed hearts

And approach the matter of the word that came to life
From the kissings of Lugard and Shaw
On the night of a creaking bed

See them
Epitomes and episodes of disgrace
Who gave us the cloth of rejection before the world

(c) EKWUEME KC