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A song for short cuts and wrong choices

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.


Development and policy analyst with a strong interest in the arts and inclusive social change. Dabbles occasionally into poetry and literary criticism!

11 thoughts on “A song for short cuts and wrong choices

  1. Okay, N–I think this deserves more than the “beautifully and powerfully said” comment of mine above–that was a cop out. What really strikes me about this poem is the suffocation of truth in money, goods, etc. What was lost here, besides direction in the greedy grabbing, is a soul, a collective soul. The sadness of this is overwhelming, which is why I tried the under 10 word comment back in April. The piece deserved more then and it still does now.


  2. This is a song for Nigeria. We have taken shortcuts at every turn and managed to do everything wrong.

    Rather than try to change our lot, we strive to preserve the status quo and ‘lullaby truth to sleep’

    This poem is beautiful and sad in all it’s truthful glory


  3. sadly those sired by anger
    are boiling with hate
    to lose their commonwealth
    they look at all with grim

    sadly they take the same path
    falling into same pit
    those dug by their patriarchs
    step siding the truth piously

    the ping of their bb
    rings with curses and malfeasance
    roaring with disgust
    for the pooh-pooh sprawling on their mats

    they tweet all day
    not as stewards of truth
    but slaves of hate
    passionately greedier than their dads

    same short cuts taken
    same mistakes made
    shying away from the facts
    sole path of breaking the curse

    wishing to change the tide
    with same tools that caused the flood
    without rationality that paves the flow
    wrapped up with sentiments that blinds the face

    but we’ll still hope
    though we see none
    but knowing that greed last not forever
    by truth we’ll change this land

    it might tarry
    it might delay
    but one day, despite the delay
    it will mighty arise

    (Nwachukwu Egbunike, 12/12/12)


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