Elegy Written On A Country's Demise Poem by Eferebo Chibuzor

Sing her this song:
A song of the night fall.
Sing her this song
of a pathetic fall:
For she was murdered!

She was murdered,
Yes she was maimed!
A haemorrhage,
to the ground
Whilst vultures feast.

She was strangled,
Yes! She was, by her numerous murderers:
Graft had bruished her cancerous,
Made her cells vulnerable to witches
And sucks her breast milk dry and dirty.

She became a receptacle of uncanny mutiny
Yes! she was at its epicentre-
Frustrated by ethnic chauvinism
and religious bigotry
teasrs her tattered
and brutally murdered
While her children lay bare.

Successive husbands had raped her publicly
Dumped her to the dustbin
And prodigald abroad!
Yet apathy and vile
she's left in putrifying sore
Where the dogs and cats feast.

I can hear her long wailing and hawling
The ecoes resounding again
in cold blood
She leaks eternal dust:

She became weary and cried,
Battered in the stormy rains
And scorched by the harsh sun,
On watchwful eyes,
She was murdered