Lagos,
Monday January 15,2001.
Dusk at daybreak,
Piercing wind brought the rains.
It was suppose to be harmattan. It is hammer-time.
The cloud is sober, waiting with saber,
Men in starched khaki will march today.
They will remember the fallen heroes. Eye call some herons.
The people will muse over a decayed past,
For the weather has set a mood of gloom
For a retrospect of doom.
©2001
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