Nigerian Student Poetry "Glasshouse: recuperating chants of the victims of the outland raid by Patrick Ashinze"

See how entangled we are in our abstract imaginations..We wanted to prove our beauty and perfection..

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Now when the shadows of our past

Climb suddenly o’er our sunken shoulders

And the deeds of then

Pillage the good of the present

Raping us off the promises of Mother Future

 

See how entangled we are in our abstract

imaginations

Tippling high and nigh in uncertainty

Over the nibbling things that have happened to us

Things so great we cannot weep

For Death had made war upon our stead.

 

Oh motherland, oh fatherland

Your milky waters have gone sour

Your firm rocks and trees have gone encroached

All the life and colour seem buried in the Reaper’s

glade

We the Wailers are the sunken survivors

 

Survivors! Yes, we are - of the glasshouse raid

Survivors of the glasshouse boomerang

We wanted to prove our beauty and perfection

Thence, we threw forth the stone of challenge

We waged an expanse war against the other lands

 

We were born like princes and dukes

We were raised with love and bliss

And then in the heat of unknowingness

Hate and greed drowned our brothers in its weeded

rivers

Terror seized our dearly beloved folks

 

Echoes of Nostalgia

Memories of better yesteryears

When cows were for breakfast

And wine baptized our groovy nights;

All ran across our minds day long

 

We were the loving citizens of glasshouse

The inhabitants of the virgin clear city

The seers of nature’s essence

We were the hillcrest soldiers

Howbeit now, we are the captives of the glasshouse

raid

 

Listen, dear seekers of truth and justice

We are wounded, but not out of stance

We shall rise again above the horizons;

And the sceptre of bliss shall depart from us no more

For redemption has come, that our old home be

reborn unto our eager hands

 

Thoughts and memories are free

Blowing high and wild like Forest trees;

We are confident in the redemption of the Glasshouse

Aloft in hope and faith;

The scarcity of evil’s benevolence…

 

Patrick Ashinze, a 3rd-year medical student at the University of Ilorin, Ilorin, Kwara State is a great lover of written art and also a poet cum writer at the freelance level.

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