The Blamers And The Blamees Poem by Johnson Emmanuel

Heaven and earth hear the cry of Enarame deflowered dream
Which marches in the water flooded soil
Of the atlantic sky.
Heaven and earth heal the astigmatism
Of Arvokewaise bloody vision
That illuminates the loamy terrain
Of ughelli hills.
I look to the sunrise of the east,
Her image blurs me with hemeralopia
And to the sunset of dusk
Her moon marries my pupil
With the marital oaths of nyctalopia.
Air and water stifle the promises
Of our Iroko heads,
That dances not to the music of we the soil
That cultivated them to their present state.
Oghenne forgive them of their political lies
And their democratic manipulation,
But still they must pay every dividend
Of their allocated national treasures.
To who if I may ask? To the thievery chiefs or exploited masses
Who in their everyday prayer
Is the share of the national cake.
While the roots blames the soil for her stunted growth,
The soil blames the manure for her ricketessia
And who shall the manure then blame
For her beri beri?
The dead gods who gladly now reject our prayers
Who can tell?
In this ever moving cycle of our trading blames
Has only lead the truth to early grave
And while they have eaten our food and forgotten our names
We all are main actors of our casualty fame.