POLITICAL POEM ' DRUNK INDEPENDENCE '

Independence lingers to my hearing

of the days of our dependencies.

As an infant,

we seek consent for all at our reach.

At sixty,

we cannot stand to preach,

without their permission before crossing a bridge.

Even when we teach,

we do not go to the pitch.

we live a life of the bats.

Hanging with heads upside-down.

Freedom to few,

slavery to many.

We are like a pew,

carrying many,

yet static.

Why should we be slaves ?

When the land is free?

The anonymous poet says Nigeria still suffers the pains of dependence even as she is sixty years old. The bard wants a change in her.