How I thought I was alone But there stands the weeping statue of - TopicsExpress

How I thought I was alone But there stands the weeping statue of liberty Niagara Falls bleeds profusely for lady liberty From her heights she beholds the evils of world hegemony She stands humiliated The proud giant that once stood Has nothing but shame to bear Barely standing on her own feet Because she has lost the restraining power over her own And now wishing she was taken down for the sake of true freedom To be freed from a doomed State Manned by the consciousness of National Security But if these are indeed the oldest democracies Then of course we understand the proficiency and dexterity of the hands at work If these are indeed the best democracies Then someone should tell us why their hands are now at our throats Tell us why a high voltage had to be pass through an innocent woman’s shad and labia Just because she is regarded as an enemy Until she cried to be killed by her tormentors Than to live with the memories of her torture If this is the best definition of democracy Then why has everything been stripped off my people What justification is there to have witnessed the brains of my fellow Nigerians spattered on the walls by a bullet of National Security What understanding is there to have to watch my friend’s Parents suffer from the same terminal disease their parents suffered Because someone thought they had serve better as guinea pigs for a scientific breakthrough In the name of National Security And what simplification is there to the explanation When a family of four were blasted to shreds by explosives Intentionally left in the fields by those war planes of National Security I dare to speak Even if it means my life Even if the best I know they can do is mete out death in the name of National Security I refuse to maintain silence Lest my lineage becomes extinct I dare to say We want nothing of this democracy We want nothing from these haters Who will kill in the name of National Security Astonishingly they still call theirs a free society But this has brought the world nothing but dissatisfaction It has made of this child nothing but an orphan Mama sat beaming at her baby in her hands while she breast fed him The baby giggled while he enjoyed the warmth of mama’s hands Then the pounding sounds began Followed by rattling noises in the thick darkness outdoor And the hissing sounds shut through the dark sky over a poor mother’s shanty In fear and in doubt filled with confusion As if she had a premonition of the moments Hurriedly she threw the baby to the end of the room When the loud bang deafened her ears reducing everything to rubble Miraculously From the corner of the room crawled out a child who cried not Crawling toward mama who lay gasping He giggled thinking she was smiling at him There he sat quietly unable to make sense of the mysteries before his eyes Finding mama’s breast He suckled But it now tasted different This fresh but warm fluid was different Unknown to him his milk was mixed with blood Mama held his glance until her breath was seized by National Security But she lay satisfied in death For this child of hers was a witness to the devices of his father’s disappearance For this child of hers had been properly initiated into the bloodline of vengeance To make those who wouldn’t think twice to kill the innocent Suffer for their crimes Here lives the created and undying freedom fighter Whose ideologies was formed by the senselessness of a people Who love themselves more than they do other people.