THE HORSETAIL
Literally, the easiest thing in Nigeria of today is to write
about the myriad of ills persistently afflicting the nation. Presently, the Baga Massacre, the Nassarawa-Eggon Bloodshed; and Asari-Dokubo's Interview are events that would make you lose total hope in Nigeria, Humans, or
Life in general. These events have been megaphoned in the Traditional Media and
analysed cum dissected on Cyberspace; bringing it up again would be like
flogging a dead horse.
But should I
just pretend these didn’t happen and go ahead writing about other funny stuffs
in a funny way? I decided not to ignore this festering wound, but to approach
it from another angle. Hope you enjoy
my poem.
THE HORSETAIL
A road paved
with thorns and hedged with nettles.
An empty
barrel full of if-onlys.
Life is a terrible
bully.
An ogre fond
of devastation and destruction.
A basilisk
eager to cause cries and despair.
A devil beating,
battering, and bruising.
Life is a
lengthy sad drama
Staged by a
reluctant cast
Of which
happiness is just an interlude
But never the essence.
Life, become
anything you wish to:
An abyss, a
dungeon or even hell,
Or worse still
Dante's inferno.
But just one
thing We am sure of:
As the Horsetail
is cut out for Honour;
So are We destined
for Greatness.
God Bless Us All!!
See You Next Time!!!
Twitter: @SirRash
Facebook: Rasheed SirRash Adewusi
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