By PE MBA UKAGWU
Where harmony and homogeneity
Hone the people and their fate
What nation raises against her
Singular seeds the massacring machines?
Such lays her unshut to her
Fractious competence in ugliness
Lynching in extrajudicial court
While courts criminal and civil
In the desuetude languish
Yet a thing glitters in a thug
Whether as an individual pate
Or a varnished nation legit
And a thuggish nation glitters
Worst in egregiousness and exhales
The most dangerous thuggish breath
No less in attitudinal wickedness
Than a tyrannical rotten corona
That tilts at windmills – what?
To have life from others’ death?
To quench your power thirst
With others’ running scarlet fluid?
To breathe their resigned oxygen?
To build with and upon their ruin?
Smoldering The Thoughts
By PE MBA UKAGWU
What free land smolders
The thoughts of her seeds
Before they beget utterances,
Slitting the words before
They array discernible substances?
In this civilized atmosphere
And sweet happy scented air
And mirthful hour that thoughts
Ought to joggle and jingle
As they deeply desire and salivate
And emerge and parade undreaded
As they deem fine and fit –
An inalienable privilege inherent
To all free seeds at every hour –
Peace and war, grievance and counsel
Public pother and private parley
Wise us up O sweet land
Does your sway swing with the weight
Of the mass multitude – or
With the cannon of the despot
Against your singular seeds?
Read to us the panoply token
Of the freedom for your seeds
You flaunt your own they suckle
