The Many Lies Poem by Okoemu Okoemu Okoemu

And our lips burnt and torn and dried
So our throats that we look for saliva
to wet and soften it, but it was scarce
The sole of our feet became battered
That we feel pains just to walk with it
Yet, in the heart of harmattan,
harmattan denied knowing or having
a hand in it!

Worse still, razing down our greens
not just drying them and making them brown
And falling off, but ravaging our greens with
'9th circle inferno of Alighieri'
Whence, we are doomed in the following days
For hunger and starvation and even thirst
Yet and still, our harmattan has no hand in it.

The insane man says, he set the fire here
He has no idea how or why there is fire there
Even though the fire here spread there.

We had no roof and no umbrella at tollgate
When the rains started to warsh our peaceful heads
With it venomous drops and falls,
Hitting our defenceless body, at the gate
were no eye could see any more
At the gate were the eyes were made shut
So the mouth won't say what her eyes saw
In the end, it will be technical fault.

Yet, the rain said, it didn't fall,
and the sky said it only clouded but didn't let down rain
But the rain said, it only showers
And the ground said, it was only water threw up at playground
But the rain said, the ground said harmattan couldn't
So the ground called and it only sprinkled holy waters
And the ground said it has no power to order the rain
And the rain said it was disappointed at the lies of the ground
And the sky said, it was all a movie preview by a 'wood

And then, one man had planted an eye in a garden
That saw it all.

So the world class mouth and eye, came up
The rain had a source
The harmattan had a source
They were ordered by the ground to wash off tollgate
And heads indeed fell on their knees
And everything stopped
No cry, only weeping in our hearts.

-Okoemu Okoemu Okoemu, Son of Man- S.O.M