Airegin

Ikenna Ebuenyi 

desiykee@yahoo.com

Sunday, November 18, 2007

From afar I heard the cry,

Deafening as I drew nigh

These cries of woes,

In the streets and homes,

Like a disemboweled ram,

Shrieking its last of pain,

The cries were unnerving,

It was from us all,

A little while the cries ceased,

The populace has been gagged,

From the repeated battering,

From fear for the skit life,

From so much cries,

The cries have adapted,

It became mute land,

With few croaking voices,

That the deaf overlords hear not,

The cries mocks us all,

 

Airegin of the flowing milk,

With vinegar drinking populace,

You’ve been greatly wronged,

You’ve been ganged raped,

But, alas the rape persist,

Your whole body aches,

From this life long battery,

From the khaki overlord of old,

To the nouveau lords in our cloth,

None have dealt fair with you.

The old days were decried,

But now we wish them back,

When sweat at least sufficed,

Now the gnawed hand worth not,

The masses have been broken,

Is but a daily abortion of dreams,

The disillusion spares none,

The contagion embraces all spheres,

 

From the quasi educators,

To the sharp practices for money,

For degrees that still save not,

From the poverty and subjugation.

The dilapidated health traps,

Where death stealthily creeps on,

The bills like the illness kills,

As some opt for a casket,

The healers for money swell,

All ailments is spiritual here,

The workers toil on for peanuts,

A welcome peanuts yet,

As many without work cringe,

Their years of education failed,

The literate draw the carts,

For those with pieces of silver,

It’s topsy turvy in Airegin,

The politicians in office for time,

They hold fast to the baton,

It is their birth right and industry,

In ransom the populace are held,

But who would pay the ransom?