by Cyril James
Awake, you dying eagle.
Awake to your long lost pride;
To the tide of foreign waters.
Look back in time
When your virgin charms, as a
Bait, the distant climes called.
Look forward into the future
And match untrammelled into
Peace and glory unspeakable.
Inhale not this strange air ___
It sneezes; sniff out this
Poisoned water ___ it purges.
Arise, you dying eaglets
And sing in this ship of doom
A song of hope; that one song
That kept us strong, yes
Before things fell apart
Prove no tool to your brother’s e
n
d
You now wash clean the distant
Climes with your folks’ blood?
Ah! You’re such a flowering bloom
Without root.
On the RUBBLE were we better
Eating yam and red oil…
Than now with this drained worms
With dead eggs to our death
Because, power drunk, we hastened
To rise ‘above the rubble’
We crumble here ‘BENEATH the Rubble’
Our hope was just a mirage…
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