How astonishingly disturbing it is!
How despicably the scare registers
It is almost bursting my brain,
Nearly tearing it to pieces
It is like a scourge in the air
So dingy and pillared on crag
Smelling awfully bad; congealed.
And yet no one can stand it
Even when I look beyond it,
Stretching my neck so far afield
Ah! What do I see?
See, you say-
Nothing; I see nothing so precise
In the distance is a yawning space
Filled only with noisy rancorous group of people.
People drooping and groping endlessly
So confused in themselves.
Now, clapping, gasping and gyrating
to the nuances of life,
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They can only laugh in screeching undertone
Some kind of ugly, bitter hilarious rancour
So nebulous that I stop to stare.
They are far gone now, still confused
Clapping, gasping and gyrating
‘Cos they know not what they do
With the future so bleak and brash
It is all a long-drawn abracadabra caught
deep and square; like a cocoon of
endless yawning confusion; those deprived
Depicting the Nigerian masses enmeshed
In this whirlwind of forward never, backward ever.