African Hurricane - Poem by Tosin Abegunde
Slowly it came
From the Atlantic,
Like a rush of mighty wind,
Hurried; struck; stole away:
Tearing streets apart,
Filled the air with dusts
Sack the mud mansions
Impeach roofs of houses,
Dent roads with filths and
Later to its cleansing.
The pregnant clouds
With arrogance came
With threats to nature
Rude; clumsy; unruly
These, it aptly reflects
And steadily downpour.
Organized comotion sets in
As men ran to and fro,
Aimlessly they dance to
The disjointed rythm of thunder.
The blinding incessant flashes,
Snaping unprintable photographs,
Logical rolls of thunder,
Musical notes of its rumbles,
Magical firmaments pictured,
Celestial inscription and wonders,
Are aesthetic splendour of nature!
The vegetations in hope rejoice
Thirst of hintherlands, quenched
Brooks and oases gain strength
Gutters filled to the brim
To wash away the stinks and dirts
Thus, restore sanitary to one area,
And epidermics to another.
Just like a sword,
The good, the bad and the ugly
Are the out put of this wonder
Which many nations in awe desire
Who'll pay for this havoc injected,
Or accused for its fury?
It's a disaster driven esoteric tales
Like the parliament of idiots:
Where seven is more than thirty
Just for greed, theft and deceit
What a pleasurable destruction
This man, corruption, has sown!
Oh dear African hurricane
Please do go far away
Come on yet another day,
Innocent kids plead today.
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