Cheers!
To those who made this tragedy
A disaster worth living
As I share a coke
With the wailing banshee of Baga
Cheers!
To those who said we were made
In the image of the gods
But left out that we were not modelled
On the gods in their best behaviour
Cheers! As I lift a shot to Chibok
Cheers!
To the blood in our veins
Which has been seeped down
A thousand watery graves
Like the cowards our ancestors were
Cheers! As I share a pint with you
Cheers! To the present
For Allowing the past
To decide the future he won’t be in
Cheers to you!
Cheers! To the gods
Who are are only good
On ceremonial thanksgivings
But powerless on everyday else
Cheers to me
Cheers! To me
Cheers to you!
Getting our mother raped
And permitting her seed aborted
Cheers to us
Victims! all of us
Cowards! All of us
Fools! All of us
Cheers to the minute silence
That became the message
Originally published on PoemHunter on 16 January 2018.