Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu

Rookie - 486 Points (16 January 1968 / Umuahia, Nigeria)

Funeral Songs For The Generals - Poem by Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu

Drums for us, the wasted Masters
Catafalques for them, covetous Generals.

How far have they gone in wasting us,
In ruining our harvests -
Bloodsucking Generals with shriveled scrotums?

Crowned predators.
Embellished idiots.
Distinguished poaches -

They skulk,
Insisting on dark, curfew nights
In seasons of bloodguilt;

They tread softly,
Walking corpses abroad a silent necropolis.
They crawl, gathering strength of watchdogs' dung
With which to smear our national symbols.

The drums are frenzied,
Cutting holes with possessed beats
To ensure hurried burials for the Generals
On whose heads are diadems of woe.

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, August 11, 2012



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