Stolen Voices

Silence of stolen voices

Beg the national question.

Evil taunts remembrance of liberty,

Dredging up a can of past transgressions.

Clouds of stench assault us with a sense

Of shame we can neither deny nor hide.

Gloom stalks us in his wakefulness,

Reminding us we’ve been living a lie.

Is this the ‘promise of the rust?’

Cause if it is, it aint much fun.

We have waited in vain

And indeed deserve the shame.

Akpan