NATIONAL OBLIVION

The dead they say can't live,

ironical but true, they yet live,

a "life in after".

Their realities away from reality

and consciousness in dead unconsciousness. 

There goes the story of an unruly nation,

dead yet alive in optical illusion,

like a mirage to onlookers

with brightness slapping the crests of ground

bringing oblivious smirks to eyes

and unturned grins to lips and cheeks. 

A nation shortsighted in course

- in deciet to forward movement,

a Royal Rumble to the stomach,

- thus a regurgitated flow for undigested plans.

A Captain on reverse set motion

pressuring his sailing - in backward thrusts,

points forward to his crew

- while steadily on a counter-clockwise right propelling. 

A nation

left domiciled in a life after

while in consciousness of breath.

***

Hello dear Captain,

we'd rather anchor drop,

deep dive, cling to immobile bottom rocks,

take a swim in defined consistent spots,

charge the bloody eyeshots of sharks,

than negatively sail. 

***

That nation live life

unconscious of reality,

preserving stenches and smells of a living dead

while in consciousness of breath.

Take a short walk,

a short trip to success.

Taste the smell of victory

and attempt a prudent breath

in clarity of attainments. 

Africa does deserve better.

A National Story!

Callistus I. Okonkwor