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
Author/Filmmaker

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