Lusty Desire Poem by Felix Emeka George

When the umbilical cord gets cut
And the issue after many moons is female sex
My mother in her desire
frowns
Why not a male?

Cut to the story
And let the tales be that,
She got a goat delivered
She cut the umbilical cord
And reported a female livestock
She has accordingly, grown in lust
She would not grumble
She celebrates the birth of female goats

Let me leave her in hoping around
I with my body to the village square
Where the hives of elders gathered
Holding talks
It is my village rustic rule
For a man that is not man enough
To act silent in old men's talk

As the contributors throw and catch
Like missiles on mother earth
In the Second World War

I saw a man who knows our forefather's laws and custom
In a crowd he erected in full measure
Who was unceremoniously, asked to sit down
On a standing of one little blind incestuous group
… The sick clever cat of whose belly is full of cankerworm
Extolled in a passionate agreement
to be the congress leader.

So we care so much with mental medication,
we are to our tired bed
Sleeping head to heads facing each other
Ready to take PINCY correct

Shall we stay mute unquestioning
As if our action is bias
like the graveyard.
We silent, snail and sail out
To this men hermitic hypothesis.

The fear of an impure heart
Trembling in an old life
They, married to the culture,
At FESTAC fiesta
Throwing its colour over
Our lands and skies.
The marriage bid belief vanishes
As an oasis when their purse is swollen
They dine and wine,
Like the clowns smiling at the kings parley.

They are like the colours of the rainbow
They have robes,
suits of every kind
Time and space in getting rich
They say in a welcome voice
"Our culture is our pride
our beacon"

As you listen to them
They are hedonist masters of showmanship
Of "foreign good bad,
foreign aids good"
Even their ghost dread my motherly home
With her neigbours of foolish snow flesh
Heaping heavy loads on our scale of suffering in hundreds and billons.
With their rule of demo-crazy
Which claimed equality in the house
While ninety two and more
Is equal to one vote.

There is no disagreement from the men of snow flesh
As they lay embargo on any MAN
Who failed to borrow the rule of the alien
Because they want to rule the world
If not, why do they not live a barrel land
From sipping their honey and milk
In exchange of borrowing peonage

Do you said or hear of
Barrel or Barred
When I did not want them to dictate for me
They said I must go
They heap an embargo; barred
But they never cut the barrel
They can't when my loss is their gain