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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