BROKEN FLAG
We saw children turn into weapons
During the destruction of the society
That took forever to build
And when the war was over
(When it started all over)
They were destroyed too:
Children we call parents
Son marched a mile with flag in his hands
Screaming songs old and rusty
Like iron left under the rain and sun
Marched a teenager begging for freedom
Time is like a rocket
It hit the wall of patience and endurance
Crying for the world to comfort
Now are bittered volunteers
Matching every forest
In defense of the motherland
Mama said to son:
“Never go protesting
People die and be forgotten”
But he knew death long before birth
If the government can kill youths
And turn bloody the ugly flag
Like nothing happened
The page flipped, then businesses
Son said to Mama
“I will stand with my feet in protest
And when my feet are far away
I will shout so loud in poetic silence”
The tripod of her heart is wide apart
She dies everyday, poisoned by servants
Oh! Master, did you not choose you to serve
How much more evil do the people deserve?
(c) Membis Okorie Chukwukamma
