Serpens Skin (On Anambra State Of Nigeria) Poem by Victor Okechukwu Anyaegbuna

Anambra today, Nigeria's tomorrow!
All hail divine crash-landing Into realm intelligentsia,
That Supreme Peace adjudicated
May trail once again The prime terrain of Zik of Africa,
Where placenta's of great men From fated and fortuitous mothers
Were expelled, buried and decayed
To serve identity and tenure,
Home for all.

Anambra today, Nigeria's upcoming!
The soil that nurtured Chinua Achebe
And gave life to Nwafor Orizu.
The estate pride of Christopher Okigbo,
And economic bounty of his frater Pius.
The abundance of wit and genius
Of Philip Emeagwali
And Odumegwu Ojukwu,
Integrity of Nwanonukpo Umuoji
And Dora Nkem Akunyili;
And the world keeps racking
Where Francis Cardinal Arinze,
Emeka Anyaoku
And the excel of Nigeria abode
With the greatest unborn!
The heart and brain of our land,
Home for all.

Anambra today, Nigeria's industry!
Harness Hercules mentals and stamina,
Untiring, enduring implants into all lands
North, South, East and West
Short, less of the North and South Poles
Impacting universal image across the equator
With indistinguishable persona.
High landing from lush savannah
To mountains and deserts,
Erecting mansions in rivers and on ice.
Versatile dispersion and integration,
That none lived but by their toil and sweat,
While their depravity and oppression
Defined and served national interest.

Anambra today, Nigeria's keen-wittedness!
Their brains in their skull,
They toiled to serve goons
Who had theirs in their bum,
And in their hearts.
Yet, they cried for freedom just to be,
But denied for Jewish siblinghood
In their hearts and muscles,
Nay in their blood and genes.

Anambra today, dumbfounded for wealth!
They die in their ones and thousands,
Crude nemesis of coarse crave for matter,
Seldom, but sometimes at host expense.
Yet, does their demise diminish their hosts,
Who for the love of envy
Dig graves for their unborn.

Anambra today, Nigeria's tomorrow,
But let this country now rise!
And fly helicopters from tongue to taste.
And let be the bees for their honey,
Nor needlessly rape their pollen needs,
To save from the encavement of our dreams,
One miserable decade hence.

18 June 2007