The Nigeria Meltdown Poem by akachukwu chukwuemeka ( akabeks)

Bloomingly gloomy,
The soul is moody,
The cloud has gathered,
Thick and threatening…
The wind is dressed in a Katrina garment,
The ocean dance a Tsunamized rhythm,
Yet, the people only fold their hands and watch,
And talk, and does nothing…

If the Rain maker commands the wind,
Calm or fierce,
The ocean will rest, the cloud will clear,
And the people will clap their hands and laugh, and
Praise divine intervention.
But, the Rain maker is sick, and
They rumoured it terminal.

© 2009