Olinya Ibeh Abuchi

Lost Call We move forward in conjecturesAnd backward in previsions.The bayonets of servitudeWax stronger and impetuousAs the cistern of citizenry,Where compatriots drink from,Has been maggot infested and bacterized. The staff and crown of national disasterWill continue to triumphWith penitence at her primeUntil we rise from the lowly bowWith a spirit of rectitudeTo combat the atrocious…