E Go Beta

by Victor Chris

 

“E go beta” has made us bitter.

Our image of virtual wonder;

The tales of bedtime have bored

Our ears sored.

And light has revealed the fraud.

 

Our waiting is long overdue

Our hurts have sprung anew

The time of rebirth has come

Much awaited, it seemed

The ill will never be cured.

 

“E go beta” has made us weaker

Our axes we have stayed

Our justice we have delayed

We have waited, we have prayed

Yet the fellowship has ever failed

 

If truly, “E go beta”

The hoe will hang on the shoulder

We will ignore the pinch of the weaver

We will embrace the stench of raw leather

 

If truly, “E go beta”

Ants will stop queue to go out

The kangaroo will shed its pouch

All the birds will together fly south

 

YET

 

“E go beta”—but with time

With works worth every dime

Every bee will give its slime

Every thorn will join the twine

And in this mighty pot, all will be fine

 

“E go beta”,

With Love, Nigeria.

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