Fail to tell me my scrotum is exposed
To the menacing gaze of scorn?
Would you because I give you shelter
In my homestead
Applaud my abuse of your daughter
While you hail me in suppressed adoration?
I am dazed by the mutable cowardice
And hypocrisy of my race
Our air is fouled and smelly
And you brag of its fragrance?
What porridge is so deliciously sweet
That you trade the beat of your conscience?
If this is the best of men
I curse my manhood for it’s potency
Even in the fantasy of mediocrity
My heart is heavy, my senses blurred
For the open silence of my people
All blinded to this veil of mediocrity
A nation is faltering, towards gaping abyss
Because it’s anchorman is lost
In the realities of his responsibilities
And we gaze on, a helpless stare
The sky is laughing in mockery of our cowardice
As busy neighbours jeer at our follies
While we, dumb, sail to our doomed ends
In fulfilment of our collective silence to mediocrity
Written by: Abdullahi O. Haruna Haruspice
Edited by: Kukogho Iruesiri Samson
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