II

I had a dream
I had wanted to climb the mountain
I stopped at the park
It was getting dark
And I tried to bark
But nobody could understand my plight
Not in this tunnel anyway
This tunnel of confusion
                Tribulation
                Tears
Tears that have refused to dry up
Tears of hopelessness
Tears of uncertainty  

Democracy dividends are here
So our president told us
But I looked round to see
            Circle of doom
            Emptiness
            Embezzlement
            Corruption
And worst of all
I saw poverty
He pleaded we should be patient
Emotional blackmail?  

III

Where is the light?
Or is it not the end of the tunnel yet?
It is getting darker
I can’t even see the water again
Not to talk of the fowl
I hope it has gone for good
Not coming back with its chicks  
Multiplying this confusion
And extending this endless tunnel

Something is about to happen
Something strange
Death
Death is smelling
What will die?
Who will die?
Maybe it is my confusion
            The fowl?
            My dream?
            The nation?
Whatever mat be the sacrificial lamb
The grave is done
No point reviving the dead
Is there?

I don’t think so
Not when I’m about to be set free
Free from this confusion
            This darkness
            This madness
Maybe death is the only way out
The only way out of this tunnel
This tunnel of confusion
Just maybe

© Churchill Okonkwo 2008

Robot  # 1 | 23.04.2008 13:09

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