THE GOLD IN SILENCE HAS BEEN DESECRATED

THE GOLD IN SILENCE HAS BEEN DESECRATED

What calamity has befallen my people?
The brightness of the days has turned drear.
The freshness of yesterday has become grey;
An omen of unimaginable proportion has befallen my people.
Yet we pretend as if all is well: for there is none that it is all well.

Like a child wailing for the loss of her loved ones,
I cried out before the grey light of down darkened our shores;
That 1983 was not an Eldorado in Nigeria:
The proportion of ominous shadow of that year,
In 2015, would make 1983 a child fair.

Men are gnashing their teeth in need of family sustenance
As each new day have in its wings tales of sorrows,
Of pains, and hopelessness of what it tend to deliver.
I could still see and feel the jackboot in the shadow
Of the sandal wield by a maximum Authoritarian.

Our currency has been desecrated and not worth its paper value
And the prices of essential goods have plummeted to sky high.
Our hopes and dreams of a boosted livelihood
Got dashed upon the plate of political exigency;
Why are my people rinsing their faces with spittle at
The bank of the river that is affluent with freshness?

Yet gullibly, they are been goaded further into an abysmal cauldron
For what causes this sublimed docility I paused to ponder;
The depravity inherited from poverty induced psychic
This is also a result of decades of oppressive jackboot reign
Foisted upon a once noble and enterprising people.

They say silence is golden; but when gold has lost its value
It will be a mere tare that will only be valuable on a thoroughfare
We should break our silence to say it the way it ought to be said
Our collective silence is a tacit endorsement of the Dark Age.
The gold in the silence will be trodden upon and desecrated.