The Lost Trees (For The Chibok Girls) Poem by Babatunde Idowu Ebenezer

The Lost Trees (For The Chibok Girls)



We saw when the clouds gathered o'erhead,
We heard when the thunder clapped,
We felt the wind when it blew,
Our roofs shook when the trees fell.
But we know not where the flood swept the trees to.

Where could they be;
These trees with succulent breasts?
Maybe in the land of nowhere,
Where their erect breasts would soon sag,
Under the caresses of the barbarians.

Where were they swept to;
These trees with firm buttocks?
Perhaps, they are in the dark quiet forest,
Where their firm buttocks would soon soften,
Under the ravishing of the uncultured apes.

In where do we look for them;
These trees with angelic faces?
Maybe we will find them in the wilderness of shadow,
Where their innocent faces would soon turn gloom,
Under the canes of the uncivilized animal husbands.

We know not where they are,
We search for them not,
Their lives matter not,
Not when there is a feast on the rock.

Open the menu,
Serve the dishes,
Cut the cakes,
Pop the wines,
Toast to our good health.
Our century matters.

Pray, talk not of the fallen trees,
Let them vegetate in the wild,
Let them replicate in the shrubs,
Their flower bloom unseen to eyes,
Their spring aura felt only by animals,
Their fruit soiled and unfit.

There are enough in our gardens,
To keep us occupied for another lifetime,
To take our banter with smiles,
And shed bitter tears of sorrow inside,
Why then should we worry about these missing fallen trees?

Would these trees then be forever missing?
Their green leaves wilt without rejuvination?
Shall we no more see any birds sing on them?
Would they forever be dead alive?

The Lost Trees (For The Chibok Girls)
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