WEEP CHILD
Weep child, please,
Pray thee weep, and listen not
To the renowned lore of old
Pleading to the contrary… I say, weep.
For that was then, a legend,
Of times gone for aye.
Mourn thy loss, of thine cloak of heritage rich, almost
Squandered and pillaged beyond salvage’s reach
By wanton treading in peril, and annihilation’s course.
While corrupted evil, thy fabric long-consuming
Permeates thy anguished garment’s threads, now bare
Thus, maintaining neither the fabric nor yarn … once grand.
In irony, the continuous passage of time
Assistance, appears to aid this awful disintegration,
For all adornments hard earned, since plundered
And accolades, acclaimed gigantic in term
Fall off, one after the other, in quickened pace
As ye, calamity’s raiment steadfastly encounter.
Howl, rend thy robes, don sackcloth,
Ashen thy face … weep.
Alas, belongs the past in times past
Such that, as tattered and the tarnished
Sustaineth not, even the present poor,
Least the hope, of a future, now bleak.
The efforts of the stalwart past vain appear.
The present as sustentation, the leap
Into the future support should lend.
Yet, this scaffold, now flimsy in substance and ailing
Its very framework rotten and plagued, crashes
Failing the future, assailing the past.
Wail for now thou doth reside within the utter and
Scandalous waste of resources and drift of talent, to
Wade nose-deep amid the rubble of desperate deterioration,
Choking on the rancid garbage of ineptitude, strewn forth
By the utter abdication of governance, leaving behind
Tormented citizenry in the ruins of a contaminated realm.
Lament aloud, lest your noble forebears hear, and
Seeing also thy long-suffering rush to thy aid,
Saving the land, from perdition and flaming despair
Thy heritage, from dishonour and scorn
By some miracle of old…if not, child
Weep…
Dr. Yemisi Solanke Koya Esq., aka Yemil Benjoy
First Edition written on the 17th day of July 1995
Amended Edition written on the 17th day of November 2022
As an assailed Nigeria struggles still…
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