“On the downside, we have so many unnecessary deaths…”

President M. Buhari, 25/12/2018.
I
you could mount the monster, Eiffel-style

wrestle it to the asphalt

crack your cranium!

you know no restraint being

the bairn of your father, the moon of her

dark eyes;

fractured, you are flown into an elfdom

where elves of enchanted songs with

magicked fingers, would for the right price,

patch up puerile puissance;

in the meantime

they continue to river unremarked

the lethal blacktops veining this land

much menaced, the arterial spurts of votaries

commoners haplessly propitiating the

implacable gods of the roads we ply daily.
II
you shall be sheltered

having climbed into their hallowed rank

on bloodied steeples

mindless, of course, of the treacly cherry puddles

you would do a tap dance, really a victory dance

slipping, you would snap your neck!

why should you regret?!

what does it matter when your vulturine

friends, oligarchs in the chamber red, only

have to dig in the popular till

off you go then on medical charter

meanwhile

in the pens in your backyard

mothers expire in childbirth

babies post partum…