Revolution Imminent Poem by Onyeazor Raphael

I saw you!
The peak of my dream you cling,
You
Monster
That
Dug the Arab Spring,
Flapping your wild
And wild
Wings,
Over
The land
Where two great rivers
Confluenced behind
The Northern plateau. Softly
And softly,
You perched forth
With a butterfly equanimity. Later
And later,
You swooped with
Eagle strength;
Distributing evenly,
Powerfully,
Like ocean flood:
Nooks and
Cranny, streets and
Marts,
Like unruly desert
Whirlwind.
Brutal
Gunpoint,
Tribal
Sentiments,
Could not hold sway
Nor hold the day.

Give us job!
Give us job!
I heard you
Sang.
Slash your bogus earnings!
Slash your bogus earnings!
I heard you
Bang.
Where Blacks clustered most,
Their political Honoraries sauntered for toast-
With their rich fossils; viscous
Enough, but few so enriched
Most so impoverished-
Their bureaucratic cause.
Public treasury losing sanctity,
Political Honoraries gaining immunity

Sun set, sun rise
The magnificent mace most besieged.