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The Downing of the Elephant(dedicated to literary lion Chinua Achebe)
Oh! I could see the trees chop down their own heads
I wonder what kind of disaster could have fallen upon them
I could hear the chiming of grasses like dying cricket
The perfect silence making by the parrot, indicating something terrible had befallen world
No wonder that heaven declares curfew as no birds dare to fly
An healthy tree that looses its stalks like sickling hen
The mute sea, mouth-shut ocean: a scene of tragic even
Ah! The rustling leaves could not laugh, despite jokes of heavily hovered wind
Now seems the call of your lost, drowned some pages of history
Your fallen, might vanish the part of the truth on earth
What the earth had long buried, might be difficult to dig up
It might turn humorous jokes to a sarcastic reality
What should be overstated could come in antithesis
The higher degree of story could down like fallen climber
Political fantasy could tell like beowulf
Your fall will shake other trees in the forest of LIT
Can we say your death is wicked or generous?
So, when you arrive that world beyond this world
Another realm that will make you a new person
We want to see a realistic new history in our land
That would cast a silver moon in our sky
An elephant in the literary jungle
A firework that burns lies like fire
A bomb that explodes falses and retain the realities
Black pot that cooks maize extractions to become white paps
A good talk that deplores calculated utterance
Your fall brings a pain that causes insomanic panting in the world of book
