New breed Politician

Sun-sired sons

Who would fire

The crops of the field.

Rising sap bruises the spine

The snake of being

Strikes the psyche in poisonous green;

Green is the colour of harvest.

Royalty

Out of Royalty's way marxist fool

Bare-breasted belles dangle

To greet great passage

As I siren through

The performing monkeys chatter

My triumphant scream!

Clear riche's path,

Miserable earthling

gods tread!

Beware the sinking cities

From Abuja to Lagos

In a shroud of holy dust

Come the members of the order of the river Niger

Sour Harvest

Time will heal

What human nature has destroyed:

You were the scythe; I was the ploughshare

Twin psyches

Together we cultivated heart's richness;

Words were our crop, our thoughts were manure

Careless we

Doubts weeded in, raising poisonous sap

Along the growing stems

Until we unhappily plucked out

What we happily planted

Shrivelled to a shock of sour harvest;

We broke seeds

And I run reeling round our rolling fields

A seedling lost in the dust that is man.

Fruit Tree

Here is nature's plenty

stark on a bough.

plucked knotty children among green leaves.

I see men, half-men, tall

Above the ruins

Big children, quick to the pick,

Patriotic bastards.

And I see the weaned tree in desolation

Proud despair amongst barren tops

Hard green testicles verdigrized on wind

Eunuchs all of us.