Oku N'Agba Ozala (For Sadam Hussein) Poem by Victor Okechukwu Anyaegbuna

Oku N'Agba Ozala (For Sadam Hussein)

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And the realm fled
When the fouled air rent odium
Hunted by the ghost of mortal asininity
For four days the gates of Tikrit were sealed
But deadly shots defiled the air with smoke
As pictures of a great celebrity
Bestrode the streets in great frenzy
Vending wrath on the altar of vengeance.

The solution became the problem
As hordes of the aggrieved and curious
Thronged Ouja, the land of modern history,
Launching an annual pilgrimage
At the tyrant’s grave that years ahead
Will proclaim a matyr.

From the mansions of privilege,
Spawning absolute power
To the hole underground
Emerging again in captivity.
Citizens rights to life denied in Babylon,
In callous defiance and insensitivity.
Wailing and moaning trailed
Descents but could not prick compassion
Of the great and mighty Saddam.
Shiite protests increased the volume of blood
Flowing through drainage channels
Of Sadr City;
When man played God
For a fraction of a divine second
Termed years and decades
In mortal perception.
But that was only a branch
Of the fledgling white tree
They hung on to decree
The blackness of their hearts.

Men make heroes out of villains
And court sympathy
In the house of bitterness.

The noose was slipped over Saddam’s neck
The pre-dawn labour
Of black hooded hangmen
Looking innocently fierce,
And like tender little angels
In the nkpuke of hell.

The gallows floor gave way
And Saddam sped through
The valley of the gloom of mortality
Face to face with the reality of eternity
With neither remorse, regret nor repentance.
God overlooked it
But it wasn’t His act.

Here then the matyr of Iraq
Paving with his blood
The tortuous path of Arab xenophobia
The conflagration of Bush,
And superpower terrorism.

(January 2,2007
Amuwo-Odofin, Lagos, Nigeria.)

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Chinedu Dike 28 October 2014

A nice one on the tyrant of Babylon Saddam Hussein, well articulated and penned with insight. The tree of Liberty must from time to time be refreshed by the blood of compatriots and that of tyrants. A lovely poem indeed. Thanks for sharing. Please read my poem MANDELA - THE IMMORTAL ICON.

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