A Poetic Outcry On Owerri Tragedy
By Eke Onyekachi Theophilus
In memory of Owerri, Douglass Tragedy.
There lies where I toiled, with painful conscientiousness
Beneath the blazing sun scorching through tin roofs
Here I spent my hours, articulating circumspectly
There upon the expectant earth, I put out my shed for the day
Each day I trudge along tortuous journey to this spot to sell my wares
Hustling with beads of sweat to make sure I make ends meet
And then comes the rapacious politician
Who waltzes in with pompous magnificence and paunch
Dissing out ill orders for demolition
Destruction of abodes we have all toiled for painstakingly
He terms it reconstruction but we care less
With mighty war-like machines our shops are uprooted and brought to ruins
He and his cohort of uniformed ragamuffins are taking away our only hope of survival
Innocent souls are cut short from humanity
We are stripped of our right to defend our right
We are derived our liberty to a free economy system
Consequently, our voices are bought over
Because this psychopathic representative of ours is confident of being reelected once he begins to distribute peanuts a year before election.
Who will give me my pound of flesh?