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On Edge of Time Future

I remember the history well:

The soldiers and politicians emerged

With briefcases and guns

And celebrations on city nights.

 

They scoured the mess

Reviewed our history

Saw the executions at dawn

Then signed with secret policemen

 

And decided something

Had to be done.

 

They scoured the mess

Resurrected old blue-prints

Of vicious times

Tracked the shapes of sinking cities

 

And learned at last

That nothing can be avoided

And so avoided everything.

I remember the history well.

 

2

We emerged from our ******* mounds

Discovered a view of the sky

As the air danced in heat.

 

Through the view of the city

In flames, we rewound times

Of executions at beaches.

Salt streamed down our brows.

 

Everywhere stagger victims of rigged elections

Monolithic accidents on hungry roads

The infinite web of ethnic politics

Power-dreams of fevered winds.

 

The nation was a map stitched

From the grabbing of future flesh

And became a rush through

Historical slime

 

3

We emerged on edge

Of time future

With bright fumes

From burning towers.

 

The fumes lit political rallies.

We started a war

Ended it

And dreamed about our chance.

 

Fat fish eat little fish

Big ones arrange executions

And armed robberies.

Our ******* shapes us all.

 

I remember the history well.

The tiger’s snarl is bought

In currencies of silence.

Eggs grow large:

 

A monstrous face is hatched.

On the edge of time future

I am a boy

With running sores

 

Of remember history

Watching the stitches widen

Waiting for the volcano’s laughter

In the fevered winds

 

Hearing the gnash

Of those who will join us

At the mighty gateways

With new blue-prints

 

With dew as seal

And fire as constant

And a trail through time past

To us

 

Who remember the history well.

We weave words on red

And sing on the edge of blue.

And with our nerves primed

 

We shall spin silk from *******

And frame time with our resolve.

________

Source:

http://www.universeofpoetry.org/nigeria.shtml

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