The night blinks like a ragging cobra
by Tony Adah
With its venom spreading
And veiling our hallowed dreams
We smile like a beggar's wish not fulfilled
Rejoice at the wind swaying leaves
In its wake but we remain sedentary
Like a barnacle on the surface of a rock.
We haul pebbles at a petty street thief
And honour an executive thief
Stealing with his pen
We hail a file of ants gallow ward
Least thinking next is our turn.
When an elephant sleeps
A bare hand is not enough to shake
And awaken it from slumber
Our gloomy days are still far
From our galvanized action.