1960s

1960s,
Greater than treaties.
We won our freedom
But lost our people.
Successions of pogroms,
Rebirths of riddles.

The atmosphere
Was fair,
Full of promises,
Like Noah’s rainbow.
On a platter it rippled
Yet we lost our people.

All gone astray,
Wondering in ambition.
In lies they pray
It gives them satisfaction.
They untie to us snakes
And close their gates.

Every four years,
They work tirelessly.
With sweat and tears.
I tell you very fiercely.
Setting time bombs,
While they fly abroad.

 

Alpha Enoch Yamush 2017©

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5 thoughts on “1960s

  1. I back you sir, knowing and feeling your social realistic lens. I’m stunned at the manner your aptly wrought imagery reminds us of our crippling history. This poem apparently has endorsed you as one of the new Nigerian poets.

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  2. Pingback: 1960s | By the Mighty Mumford

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