THE FLING (A story of a Niger-Deltan's ruler) - Poem by Joseph Ogadinma Ebirim

Grabbed by nostalgia's cold hands
Her tears spoke aloud her message
It seems heaven's ears had been attentive
The sorrows of many decades' neglect

To some ears, drums of war
amidst eyes, despair was clear
yet a few nostrils breathed hope
surrounded by ripples of envy, reality stood

Then came the Son of Chance
made a prince after some other's fate
his reign forecasted as a gracious dawn
no foreteller anticipated a tale of shame

Sooner than a flash, the feasting began
soaked in some orgasmic ecstacy
has the chauffeur lost guard on a highway?
the querry of many amidst snubbed wailings

The party night seemed endless
a festival of so many woes
of great terror from the prince's foes
tales of a million royal wastes

Then came a gasping for more air
repercussions of failed tactics
chronicles of a squandered era
'c'est fini', it went with the final whistle