What a bleary May morning
A blue silence blankets the day
Even the cock has refused to crow
The town criers still cast out
I look out from my window
Stratus clouds shroud the view
Shall the Sun stir from the East?
And shine its light on sinful sublunaries
What business has the Iris
with men who refuse to awaken?
This giant persists in sawing logs
Who can discern the turaco’s shrills?
Arise O compatriots
Nigeria’s call obey!
Written on the 29th of May, 2023
