THE NIGERIAN SONNET.

One whom the Savannah spoke of in glory

The once revered nation

Reduced to a tall tale of a story

Far flung from he who denied colonialism eternal rest with gumption

 

Writhing in martyr yarned  graves

Weeping at the travesty

Descendants have wrought of brave staves

Nationalists bled from with honesty

 

I try to view the bleeding horizon

I am blocked by the trail of the dead

Untold stories Of native daughters and sons

The forgotten glory of a country once said…

 

In our desire for change

We have been short changed.

 

AKINLABI ENOCH.

Class of ’22.

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