Christian Tobechukwu Okafor
A Form With No Form (Poem On Nigeria's Flood 2012)
In the beginning, was so dark
Roaming three-sixty on no mark
A form with no Genesis form
Waving virginly with no storm.
But someday, it towered the ark
Wearing no mercy for a slack
A grace to the earth swiftly come
Gulping all fully as awesome.
To come and be gone, crept aback
Handsing up in its victory mark
A ruthless attack with no form
Filling mother earth for her norms.
All these I now recall aback
Pondering this my nation's attack
Land formerly atop the form
Turning a mass below the form.
The formless form blew us as bad
Numbing us with its sudden wag
As grasses spring up in the morn
Wowing us in their being born.
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