By Uduma Kalu
I see the Giant on its knees —
wailings, cursings, helpless appeals.
No help is coming.
The President is a bat.
Worse than bandits.
The monsters are real.
Your land is taken.
And nothing you gonna do about it.
MJ thrilled us. We danced.
Now the zombies wear agbada,
eat in the Villa.
The children are eaten.
The country can collapse —
but let the people breathe.
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