NAKED DRUM
By: Goodluck Osama Ogbeide
Why travelling to the South to graze?
When you have excess land in North for over graze
Probably to set our beautiful soul ablaze
Mentally deranged and obsessed like craze!
in ruin, our strength crippled and frazzled
Our hallowed gentle breeze bungled
Our smooth ecstasy cramped and smuggled
Antelope shed tears for its skin bamboozled
The discordant sound of the drum is bare
Its clothed lyrics fade away in bizarre
We wanted a revolt, but we didn’t dare.
In resentments, leaders turned our nightmare
Crescendo of the gurgling bongo drums
Glued our imaginations like evo-stik gums
Wondering why herders carry Ak 47 guns
To set us ablaze with emotional heartburns
The vicious masquerade unveiled it's mask
With unfulfilled lamentations of silence task
Yet, in empathy, denied of its royal bask
Who will save our soul? In rhetorics, we ask
Will this cunning land blossom again?
When the salt clamours for it to rain?
When the money spender begs to gain
As if we lend our soul for blind bargain
Tears becloud writer of our nation's blurb
Inviting unpleasant sprawling in suburb
Singing dirge in merriment like a surb
Yet, Our cry mocks their ears like sturb
Broken dimples raging with peppery smoke
Like crocodile bodies full of shell stroke
Now, we are handcuffed, stranded and broke
We cannot afford to buy a bottle of mere cold coke
Like poisonous desert death adder,
We rolled with our stomachs even harder
They dismantled the wooden step ladder
And asked why we didn't get to the top- banner
Hungry Masquerade that cannot dance,
You called a thief without a deep glance
Inviting the help of an aged ambulance
Doing justice to dead bodies like freelance
What will you call uncircumcised politicians
And nefarious uncivilised civilians
Who deflowered our fatherland like Arabians
Gang raped our sisters in Sea Mediterranean
They connived with some Northern Elders
Giving guns and cannons to blind herders
Absolutely worse than Niger Delta avengers
Devouring fruits of our land like scavengers
Drum beat dazzled bare-footed dancers
With their heavy chest like bouncers
Huge horror printed in our emotional river
As if we bought in credit; corona fever
Herders destroy crops in our cherished acre
With unrelenting killings and massacre
Communal heads lobbied, grubby with lucre
With their old devilish mind like cyber hacker
Toiling and Spurning of endless yarn,
Ugly Passion frozen to our harmless arm
Like prisoners waiting for tasteless yam
Harvested from our bitter sweet sweat farm
Ridicules, threatening our future entitlement
Comparing our soul to compulsory interment
Dried melancholy has turned our merriment
Yet, our leaders turns ministers of enjoyment
Exploiting our future royal banquet
With your heartless tales like a puppet
Only to sound your peanuts perjury trumpet
Whose rhythm annoys our penury pet
Like the squishy and slimy body of snail
Which obviously has no protective tail
We are handcuffed like Soza Boy in jail
Whose vindication was denied without a bail
Like squeezed thunder sound of tundra
Our heart crawls gently like black anaconda
Cursed like Trojan Priestess Cassandra
With unveiling of Magical abracadabra
Who else will cloth the drum's nakedness
Hungry drummers naked in fairness
Royal Fathers bribed in highness
Presidency obviously silent and ruthless
All in a disintegrated and United country
Where only the rich are head of lottery
Where aged, expired and retired stakeholders
Are the only viable and leading shareholders
When the drum is naked in a hurry
The drummers, dancers eat their fun in fury
Let's shun open grazing in a hurry
And invite yesterday peace without fury.
By: Goodluck Osama Ogbeide