Poet and literary exponent James Eze here drops a hearty poem on the talk of the moment ****endsars.****
The girl on the lion's mane
the girl on the lion's mane in enugu
counts her tears like the stars
to mourn a brother fallen by SARS
dry your tears little sister
the ripe boil on our nose has burst open
a bloodsoaked land trembles in disgust
the atmosphere is strung taut like a drum
a little prick & we are soaked in a storm
the writing on the wall is clear enough
but who shall read the sign for belshazzar
is this the bend in the river long foretold
is this the lamp at the crossroads
showing us the path we must follow
after sixty years in a house of lies
& endless spasms of blood & tears
the hour of decision knocks on the door
the tongue is weary of life amid blood-thirsty jaws
the fire we kindled in the lagoon
has spread like roaring waves across the land
and everywhere the ceremony of rebirth looms
but who shall read the writing on the wall for belshazzar
@James Eze
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