Diatribe ' WE KNOW! YES WE KNOW! '

I will tell the Indians
how horrible their weed is,
I will say to Italy,
' How are your prostitutes? '
Then to England I say...
' Master beat me for I'm your slave. '
Then turning to Germany,
' How blissful was your Genocide? '
Dubai would be ashamed,
how they manipulate our man power,
America knows of her hidden
malevolent pure racism.
Malaysia would want to escape
but we know how you kill our boys,
prospering with their kidneys.
South Africa, you feed
now on hustlers blood.
We know !
Yes we know !

Nigeria would smile
for she knows of my favoritism,
thinking I would let her go.
The truthful irony of my intention
when I rape her into insanity,
words piercing every inch
of hair hole within and on.
The bitter truth will hurt like hell,
when I say we are the hunters,
hunted by our dreadful arrows.
When I speak of our non diluted savagery,
gushing out from the gray heads,
what would the youth stand for?
If not to embrace,
India,
Italy,
England,
Germany,
America,
Malaysia,
South Africa...
At least they feel closer to God,
at least they would survive the prison,
at least there would be no NEPA,
at least they would die peacefully
for the worst over there
is pleasant pleasure here.

Amah Gabriel C.

This crowning piece opens the hoarded faults of States and most particularly Nigeria. The poet pins emphasis on the ruins of Nigeria and lets the truth ring again that the worst of other States appears as a gift to Nigeria denizens.