City of succour,
Citadel of black gold
Clutching smoldering machines,
Sharing sorrows,
Blasting big bullets
On biceps and bosoms of decency.
You turn now my city
Into Sodom,
Sin city of Satan,
You servants of sorrow,
Degenerate disciples
Of distorted humanity,
Descendants of depraved pedigree
Purchased by polluted personages
To pour poison
On our polity.
You rouse me now
From sumptuous sleep,
Servants of sin,
At this ungodly hour,
This boundary hour
Of dusk and dawn.
It matters not to you
That my humanity,
My mandate
Was stolen
In that (s) election,
In that ritual of the degenerate.
By Chidi Anthony Opara
"Perfection? no please! let me remain human".
Source: Homeland Melodies And Other Poems
http://www.homelandmelodies.blogspot.com
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