The Second Death Poem by Justice Effiong

Like the fiery fairy ttales
like the symphony of cacophonous catacombs
Surrounded by mounds of fallen gallants
Across the nile were soles of souls hold bound
The silence of the roaring seas
Muted by the man in the crystal white
Flipping thro' pages to pass verdict

Across he land there's a tide
Wives with broken tears
Sons and daughters found no solace
Our men have not returned they've fallen
Yet to the gods the hold firm their offerings

There's a tide across the land
Echoes of mourning beat up our chest
Striking like lightenings thro' our bones
We had marched on like glorious ants
Holding the artillery with feeble limbs
While the infantry became burned
Who will break our woods
Who will settle our disputes
And our lands ridges made
Our end have met us
Who will make the gongs ring
And pour to earth its libation

There's a tide across the land