A Poem To AGAGU And The 16 - R.I.P Day break has come with breaking news That the bird has fallen on the ground Its wings swallowed in its throat Its claws has punctured its intestines Right now the ground hugs the remains. The town crier has gone to town To announce to the town with a cry That the bad drummer has arrived our town I can hear the pathetic sound of his flute The one he blows whenever there is a hue I can see the sky so dark From the east west north plus south The storm is rough, tough on our turf The bird has come down on its nose Can the mouth and eyes runaway As this bad kisses the ground? I hate the sound of this drum Wish I can stop the beats But how do I kill these sounds When I cant see the hands that beat this drum? Bad drummer why did you come today As usual without sending word? We were not ready to dance your dance but you made us to dance your dance A dance devoid of joy Each step is pain and grief. Why are you so unfair with us? Wont you at least spare a second Without beating your drum to take away our joy? Imagine your argument today; You beat your drum and he danced and fell on his back His brothers and sisters that watched Rushed to return home with him You beat the drums of departure To make the journey home a disaster When you sing everyone whose name you call dances I still wonder what you have in your bad voice That drags men like cows to drink from your bucket Please tell me what is the secret of your secrets That makes your wicked hands invisible Like those of a thief invisible. You are hated and never invited You are a sadist and so never welcomed Yet you are stubborn and defiant with your visits. Today while the bird was up High up on the sky Your drum of hell came on air Your voice of doom with its melody Came again with the song of departure Many of those the bird had carried Hypnotized by the sweetness of your wicked voice Danced to your tune and kissed you The bird has fallen on this bad day Fifteen of them that kissed you Have walked away to join their ancestors You are a bad lover and I hate you Open your eyes and see what you have created The whole town is covered with a rainbow Of ugly and dull colors Pain grief cry and lamentation As the bird crashed again in Lagos Agagu went without farewell And now fifteen have followed him They too did not tell us goodbye. I wish my ears will hear not this music But I hear nothing stops it from booming Its melody penetrating The effects full of infection Everyone must dance to this music On land, water, rock or up in the sky Today, tomorrow or next year The music and song we shall all hear And the dance to return home we must all dance The way these fifteen did when the bird crashed down To crush and break the wings of survival Their flight ended as the eye twinkles Just like this bird is a mystery So are life and death beyond comprehension Adieu Agagu and the fifteen!-
Posted on: Sat, 05 Oct 2013 12:37:26 +0000
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