A Publication of the Society of Young Nigerian Writers in honour of Mr. Anthony Ebika.
Now you shine your teethes
At the unbroken wailing of your victims
Whose pleas are nothing but rolling balls
Rebounding like vacuum’s echoes.
Must these necks be heavy laden
With snail shells that rings and dangles?
Or mud coated bodies to strip-dance
With whips and woof-sound mockeries?
Must these heads be heavy cumbered
With treasures find them tapping,
And stagger street to street like a drunken old man?
You hear these scorching cries like fire victims
Yet you hold the ropes tied to the waists
And drag it as it pleases your soul,
You daze them to dance to rhythm of sardonic children
Who hit komkom as they sing blis...