The Storm That Is Coming... Poem by Victor Okechukwu Anyaegbuna

I can see very clearly now
everywhere in our polluted, desecrated land,
priced personal estates from ill gotten wealth
of nattered and resurrected demons

Acts and voices of ancestral inheritors
are subdued with brute force,
and doused in the pungent suffocating smoke
of impugn political power

Natural justice denied by emperors
define shame and dare Impugn fraud as it rises
from hidden flames in choking smoke.

The times impugn shame, blunder and disaster
and can no longer restrain
ashes from the flames of youth raised in naked fires
on stolen estates across the land;
dare death to challenge
and redecorate their estate pride
in the only language they can understand.

They can and shall neither longer pamper
nor hide ostentation defined in greed
as foreign lands host minions of greed and graft
that no more will avail their mission

I can discern very clearly now
this rat race of idiots that abuse privilege
nay looters from estate glories in the nest of nemesis
ere they scamper away
in caged and hired automated birds,
stolen bullet-proof limousines
that even goats and lions
will unite to retrieve.

I'm verily scared, indeed sore afraid
of the storm that is coming,
creeping in from porcupines
and female antelopes
camouflaged with male lion heads
to protest dull and empty-brained sluggards,
old, wild and nattered,
mosquitoes that inject messengers to mortality,
to feed on innocent blood,
snatch the future of virile youth in the land
and groom in excess their genetic crooks
in thieving foreign lands
where sane and stable leaders thrive.

They have set fire on the land
and will try to escape in disguise
as noble women from the harem
of mortal Elysium
through land borders they shall dare
the flight muscles of the hungry Cheetah
that dared to kill a lion cub;
the wrath now induced
by their forfeited choices
erstwhile tortured by their greed

The wrath of the gods of our sacred soil
descend selectively on the mighty and downtrodden they used
who now seek shelter In Cascades
of torrential inescapable rains.

Not even their stolen estates
in foreign lands will accommodate their rot
through the pungent stench
of their social and economic nuisance.

Martial music will diffuse loudly in silent mode
when weapons of the conquered,
mesmerized defenders of the downtrodden
and laity sound in the angry heavens
to rain wrath and blood.

They shall drop their charge
to conquer hunger and social humiliation
in reverse mode from their global hiding.

Funerals for these fleeing terrorists
will pamper greed, graft and ostentation.
They shall vindicate
the silent likes of Natasha Akpoti
who dared the generational bombhead.
You can stop an airplane from taking off
but you cannot stop it from landing.

Judges of sentiment and graft
shall be judged on divine cascades
of the Supreme authority they cannot appeal
but only descend to the meanness
of the discrepant precipices of doom
and justified bloodshed all to atone
for millions denied their divine mission.

October 9,2025