THE KING IS SILENT{ of Retrospect}.

Tossing and turning in the vine
of where there used to be flowers and wine
with children playing and singing the song
and busy mothers in sonorous tone

The vine was calm and all was pure
in our tranquil and peaceful grandeur
like the night when angels fly
Fluttering and waving and cooling the land

Alas!! A voice we hear from afar
The mist of blood all spread abroad
The mothers are wailing, the fathers are weak
The children are dying ,some taken away
The land that was green now full of red
The blood of humans all full the vine.

“Let’s go see our king” they said
Perhaps he’s wailing his eyes away
or has summoned his aides to fight a war
in tears of hope we walked to him
our veritable lord and master of all

Alas!!!we saw our lord and god
The second to the deity, our guard and shield
Sleeping and snoring, snoring and sleeping
What hope have we who came for succor
From the one whom the gods has placed the staff
To guide and lead us to our rest
Behold all sobbing, “our hope is lost”.

This poem was written about the former President of Nigeria Goodluck Ebele Jonathan and his obnoxious silence at the sudden incidence of the kidnap of the Chibok girls... Here I was a budding grey, my beak was just growing to be sharp. able to pierce into the hearts of those who hear my pen wail.