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Written in 2002 during the run up to the 2003 elections, today's second poem takes a troubled look at the political signs of the day, succinctly analyses the history of the Nigerian nation and rather forlornly predicts a punctuation of the current democratic dispensation 'by the sound of a gun' if the 'insalubrious' or unwholesome mix that are Nigerian politicians do not turn new leaves and hearken to good counsel.
On the eve of the 2015 elections, 11 years later has anything really changed? Is the political mix less insalubrious or more? You be the judge.
In the meantime, guess what Mr Zombie says he attributes his Olympic success at the Zombie Olympics to? Yeah you guessed right.
Written in 2002 during the run up to the 2003 elections, today's second poem takes a troubled look at the political signs of the day, succinctly analyses the history of the Nigerian nation and rather forlornly predicts a punctuation of the current democratic dispensation 'by the sound of a gun' if the 'insalubrious' or unwholesome mix that are Nigerian politicians do not turn new leaves and hearken to good counsel.
On the eve of the 2015 elections, 11 years later has anything really changed? Is the political mix less insalubrious or more? You be the judge.
In the meantime, guess what Mr Zombie says he attributes his Olympic success at the Zombie Olympics to? Yeah you guessed right.
Insalubrious mix!
hearken not speculation
of ennobled wits;
embedded in ceaseless
spluttered by mother’s son.
Yes! Insalubrious mix
go unheard, go
hearken only to macabre flute
sleep eternal assured.
Insalubrious mix!
caged in Lugard’s den
drunk of palm
courage beguiled
rickety legs run! run!
Insalubrious mix!
hearken tumultuous future's call
speculation of ennobled wits wail
yet go unheard, go unheed.
Yes! Insalubrious mix
Smash!
with parts carelessly flung apart
integrated insides reveal
in the dying throes of doomed delight
dreams broken at the sound of a gun.
Uche Okorie (c) Feb 2002
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