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Fool at fifty. (for Nigeria)
She has been raped, ravaged and endlessly violated,
Cursed by her own people,
Yet her cake is large at fifty,
The largest ever made I hear.
Sordid lips of limpid venal leaders
Would gather to empty their otiose breaths on its candles,
And blow frills and frou frous abroud.
Condolences...........
On your golden jubilee, condolences.......
May dirges,laments and sighs sound far into your nights
And let songs of sorrow give birth to that day
When your jubilee springs forth.
Condolences...........
On your golden jubilee, condolences.......
So do we still strive after the mice
while flames waltz on our roof tops,
For the much we have done in half of a century
Is but a half of the quarter of all we could have done.
So I come to you patriots in all parts
And to you exiled folks:
How much longer shall we look in vain,
As national carcinogens filch our lives away
Like dumb flibbertigibbets,
Unmindful of a destiny that is ours?
Would we but stand,
And watch how all nature stands with us
To drive away the pyromaniacs and the yokels
From their flippant, flimflam furnaces,
And have their skullduggery stymied.
For a fool at fifty is a fool forever,
The stake would not change if that fool
Is our violated and completely raped nation,
With smears of putrefied semen, and orgasmic discharges
Cast all over her face, trunk, and genitalia,
From the rapists and coffer marauders
Who have taken her hostage.
Condolences...........
On your golden jubilee, condolences.......
