By Chidi
Anthony Opara
Stiff-necked,
Sticking fore-finger
Into every
election pot.
Retired General
Nightmare
Struts
This dark
space again
Shouting a
strange slogan
“Chenji!”
The mind
moves
To the night
after
Democracy was
declared dead again.
General Nightmare
Clothed in
scary cloth
Scared us
all.
Jubilation of
the day before
Died.
Day broke,
The nightmare
expired.
The nightmare
appeared again
Behind a
nightmare with dark goggles.
Day broke,
The nightmares
expired.
Retired General
Nightmare
Struts
This dark
space again
Shouting a
strange slogan
“Chenji!”
Let the day
break,
Let the
nightmare expire.
(Poem
presented as social service, all rights reserved).
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