Monday, June 8, 2015

THOMAS FAULKNER.

When Thomas became president in 1893
He came in the company of the finest gents from sole to crown.
He made us believe he was
And we the people, his people
Sang the same songs so beautifully.
No more boy-boy!
No more iralu ura dika agu!
With the compass in his hand
He captained our ship through relentless tide.
Our economy for once was better that of the English
And I was proud to call myself a Nigerian.
But for death, such an unpleasant visitor who knocks at will,
Smiling and embracing warmly like my mother did when I was still a little boy.
He ate some apples and never woke
And we the people, his people
Mourned rejoicing.

#‎GodsonOsarenrensArtandLiterature‬
#‎GOAL‬ #‎MondaySpecial‬ #‎PoliticalPoem‬ 
#‎Poetry‬ #‎thegeneralwhothecapfits‬

No comments:

Post a Comment