06/11/2024
I hope that this poem I wrote in August of 2022 doesn't become a prophecy:
RUINS OF YOUR REPUTATION
The legacy of your legend is this relic and ruins
This heap of debris
This retrogretion into primitive days
This victimized populace
This thread of threats
And the fear that rises every morning to shine.
Your reputation is a spell cast
The massive fall of nightdom on the nation
And every morning, as the vultures come to feast
The sound of sadness is raised in streets and huts
For us, bread for vipers
The legacy of your whoredom with wickedness.
The eight years of your halotry
Is the civilization of corruption
We will remember the banditry, terrorism and kidnappings
The ambush of madness
We will remember the Naira fall
This economic harmattan
And the rise of the rebels of patriotism and national unity.
The ruins of your reputation is that we were never led
Progress is proof of leadership
And every move made razed roof, dreams and life
These mass of hopefuls grew into grumblers
The parade of pride became shameful mourners
Your legacy is a coldroom of zombies.
Raise your brow and behold the ruins of your reputation.
Richard Abutu