Break Loose
Shall we continue to watch
Them dance like fowls that
Escaped the massacre of
Christmas?
Those who poke the eyes
Of the gods are not supposed
To see again,
But here, they grow richer selling
Sights.
Now, our necks are fated to be longer
Than usual,
And the sweet tales of change is a gall
That waterfalls from the griot's mouth,
We no more want to hear!
For who do we show what our ears have
Terribly seen?
How do we stop our unborn children
From being heirs to lack?
And who flourishes by watching
His brothers feed from leg to mouth?
Still they stone the bird, they cage the
Bird for seeking unprovided grains.
Break loose I say,
Break loose the seal,
October has a lot to say, let the
Grave of Balewa and co' continue
To stammer.
Etim Emmanuel Uwe
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