Chukuemeka Akpe

Rookie (January 02,1962 / Lagos, Nigeria)

Not Yet Uhuru I - Poem by Chukuemeka Akpe

N ewborn pushed out by long dialogues
in anaemic rush to the road to freedom
umbilical tethered to a sovereign staff.

I nbred traits bloomed at sunrise as hemlock
bitterness like morning dew soaks the earth
the weeds of fiefdoms choking the landscape.

G reen fields despoiled of beauty by cesspools
uncut consciences crowned with vain glory
as honesty, pauperised, grovel for honour.

E arthquakes of conflicts draw sharp fault lines
splitting friendship into hot enemy camps
shattering the pot of the savoury stew of unity.

R eligion is widely adorned as bright ornaments
deeds are dulled by the spectres of ugly desires
whimsy worshippers parading as adherents.

I llusion of grandeur intoxicates as sweet wine:
mantras chanted to some god deep in slumber
buried by huge mountains of unheard prayers.

A nger ever recruits idle hands into an army
streets ransacked day and night for foes
powerlessness colluding to loot and rape.

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  • (10/5/2007 2:18:00 PM)

    A concoction of powerful imagery wound around a theme of helplessness; while disturbing the poem enters realms of almost senyru-like brevity in its progression of juxtapositioning. Rgds, Ivan (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, October 5, 2007

Poem Edited: Tuesday, April 12, 2011

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