In the Court of Tyranny
By Abraham E. Nwankwo
Madari! The land of hope, now scene of tears.
For, we and I that hope are scorched;
Crushed to ruins in fear and trauma;
Brought to doom like slaves of old.
Mardari! The land of hope, now camp of despair.
A mother gone mad, that murders her kids;
That scars them stiff dry and dead;
Pursuing them to a tragic end.
Madari! The land of hope, gone insane;
A hen, a mother gone demonic.
With her plastic beak meant for providing food,
Perverts the pointed pair of tools;
Ripping open the bellies of those delicate innocents;
Stringing out their jelly intestines.
Madari! The country of hope now overrun,
By satan’s soldiers most barbaric;
Who set afloat the flames of hell,
And graves of horror dig so deep;
To bury her sons alive in pains;
And dare the gods to say a word.
Madari! The nation of joy some years ago,
Is now immersed in grief and death.
Which arose from leaders greedy and bad,
Who cruelly ravage and spread a dirge.
Madari! The state that cooks up its citizens;
Into a hideous pot of guilt and guile.
Sadistically displays them for terminal degradation;
In the court of tyranny.
