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In the Groove
Odimegwu Onwumere
primeministerprince@yahoo.com
Sunday, February
17, 2008
Struggling, the salvo came, rattling.
Not puerile, but piqued.
We looked on with optimism,
like a child in wait of mama
from an early morning market.
We thought about those
who willingly wouldn’t
have paid with their lives
but were forcefully made to pay.
When our optimism was at climax,
The brave-cowards dashed our hope
and made friends to those
who killed their, brothers, sisters,
fathers and mothers in the struggle
for want of
appointments.
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Peek-a-boo
We watch the plenary meeting
of our men who now wear ten clothes in one,
while many among us wear shreds,
with hearts full of plenitude proposals,
unattended to.
Do they take us for
plebeians? No, we are not!
They took traveling on air, everyday, very often,
while the vehicle’s paths are pit-of-hell.
We thought that they
would be for us plenipotentiary,
but they ended up being pimps.
Our tears plead our
course, but they are stonehearted,
they don’t mind, they don’t care, they only care
about the harmatanization of the impoverished land;
is this single act not peevish?
Are we not peeved by this act?
They gave us a playful
punch,
when we needed a powerful punch,
and watch our sorrowful tears flow in flood
than Imo River can’t contain.
We are today affected
by a serious illness
that affects the inner covering
of the chest and lungs, causing severe pain
in the chest or sides; the doctors called it pleurisy.
We thought that they
were powerful
with their plethora,
but they are just
plodder, plonker
playing with a serious
game
as if it were a
peek-a-boo.
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Odimegwu
Onwumere is a vibrant, prolific author and poet, writes from Oyigbo, Rivers
State, Nigeria.
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