by Noel Ihebuzor Sunday, 19 September 2010 at 00:40
Lost in our greed and lust
we took the short cut and the road was longer
in our rush, in our grabbing rush, in our haste
we grabbed and broke the needle of the compass
and now turn round in endless circles and squares,
moving but getting nowhere and lost
and we missed the matter and still do.
Where the matter lies is where the truth lies,
the truth of a people lost in time, with lots of lust but lost in values
The root of the problem was the problem of roots
suspended roots, shifting roots,
dangling and swinging in the wind,
floating and drifting along in
and with the stream of convenience, like
an anchorless dream, like a malaria-ed dream
At the breaking of the road
we had a choice to turn to the truth,
to return to it and to begin again
to dig to where the matter lies or to lie
we chose to let the matter lie, to lullaby the truth to sleep
to finally lie finally,
hoping to suffocate the truth in the rich folds of our plunder
with the huge pillow cases of our loot
we urged the truth to die
and thus stilled and dulled the voices within us
we bent our tongues
and bartered our already battered and sad souls.
Reflections 