WHERE ARE THEY?

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WHERE ARE THEY?
(The python dance ballyhoo)

Where are they?
Where are the voices that the globe deifies?
Have they lost their tones?
Can’t they speak now and quench this fire?

What of him that has read all the books on earth
Even the ones written by the gods;
Can’t he demonstrate the glory of his white hairs?
Or has he lost confidence in his quill?
But I know it isn’t possible.

What of that handsome man blessed with oratory echelon?
From where our foods are produced in baskets;
The sound of his bucal cavity used to resurrect the dead
So can’t he echo his voice again
And resurrect this dying national peace?

From the area the sun rises regularly
The road is forced to drink the blood of her sons
Plus tears of the unlucky that puncture her eyes
And you tell me that things haven’t fallen apart?
Please let Achebe exhume himself, and defend his book now.

This is not the time to say “Not my business”
Rather a time to say “It is my business”
Since humans are not rams
Why using them for this unclean sacrifice?

I know my voice won't be heard now
But after completing my centenary here
Achebe will thank me for at least talking
And Okadigbo will welcome me for not corrupting my pen
‘For a Poet tells no lies’.

Please let those that know the way to that most beautiful village
Where the rock welcomes her visitors
Tell the Chief Shepherd
That his living sheep are sleepless
And order the mighty python to withdraw her dancing steps.


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