Anthems once done. They do not need the head of poets to be resurrected. They can be plunged back to life even 46 years after clinically dead. Yes this Anthem original flanged by the flag jacked down to take down Lugard is bouncingly back with all of its fortune-changing powers to make our union right.
Poets are born haters.
They lie of their love for letters and words and will always stand truth head on the ground.
So they cannot see...
The Anthem is alive.
All Hail Lugard.
Instituting our "Native land"
And instructing us our "Tribe and Tongue" differs
Possibly why we are not a functional nation
This will be referenced by secessionists and insurgents alike.
Now we can engrain it in our hearts.
No one here sees the "Brotherhood"
and we are dumping our Fatherhood for our Motherland
Six & a half decades counting
Through the misgovernance of Republics
Politicians for the self of themselves
and nothing to do with the people's sake.
One long unbroken thread of disaster
From First, Second and aborted 3rd Republic. The delay of death for the 4th is longest ever.
The coups and counter-plots of assassination and executions of failed coup plotters in between.
Those know Hail the birth of the logic of the rhythm.
The gangster's rhythm of street hook up. Redlines
West coast
East coast
Here territories cannot cross path
not when small is Biggie and Biggie is made little in the celebration song of a coded crossing of legs and body insertion and injection on the intoxication of liquor
Gin and popping champagne following a hangout in LA.
Where is the bond with Faith licking it out in a song?
The row of Bad Boys & Deathrow.
Gunshots.
The crossfire leaves the two dead.
This then is a similar story of two cities sharing the letters LA.
How LAgos is won over by a Chicago boy tells tales of an unforgettable drug lord.
Forgery finds the safety net of Immunity.
Fawehinmi couldn't win the court to vacate.
And Ribadu only gave the country a list. Those who crave Lagos' support can only go to one man.
To learn how Lagos was won and held it against the one
who didn't win his own street?
How much easier it was to brand yourself with a cap and glasses like of the beloved Awo without any heart for his 4 cardinal programme to share in the masses' largest of hearts for this kinsman.
And then the complete kidnap happened.
Certificate of Ownership is now in the kitty.
Lagos moved and flooded cash all over.
The only one dispatching funds to pocket the West to be loyal to only him.
No one speaks any more of philosophy or the 4-cardinal programme.
The old guards knocked off the soapbox
And he becomes the ONLY ONE standing.
The powerplay of the free flow of greenback tumbles NADECO chieftains
To kiss the floor with their knees
This is HOW Lagos was conquered.
Without the dispatch of a single bullet.
Call Beecroft to come and learn.
Poets we know will never learn
Even from our dead poets' power the past out of the dead letters of history.
And behold how one man can archive the same fit without ordering H.M.S Bloodhound and 23 ships of soldiers to chase Kosoko out of Lagos.
So if Lagos can fall into the pocket of one man.
Who born monkey wey no like to chop Banana.
Lagos for show the way.
Lagos is Dress rehearsal.
So everything of January 1, 1914 was made to make way for the victory of Feb. 25, 2023 to happen. The efficacy and power of one anthem Alone. The anthem of "grab it and run with it". Open doors for 'Come&Chop'. Man must wack. They simply bow down and worship. The power of the anthem puts people where they belong.
There is here and we are here blue blooded
And their place is not here but there
And there is blood for spilling.
The tollgate act of treason against freedom
The support from Bourdillon for Bonny camp To clear people commot for road.
And the dead bodies are cleaned out before daybreak
For the freedom of space and capital
And freedom orders the momentary light out
And the bullets
Can fly death sentence on human lives
And pour their red blood as a libation on our Green-white-green
Lives whose only crime was cry
Yes, they cry
To not be shot by bullets at roadblocks.
Cry to not be arrested and robbed by men paid to protect citizens.
Another dress rehearsal yes with Lagos
The show of power and in power is brutality.
Protection Guaranteed for royalty.
The lineage failed poets misnamed: looters
Abusing letters and misusing words.
How can we be ordered to all 'Arise'.
How can we all be Compatriots?
And go on toiling and soiling our hands on barren land.
When there is oil to call to obey.
Without the stress of labour. Black gold
And the capital is awash with cash.
The only problem is spending says Gowon
But the man of the moment says it otherwise the only one problem is not spending!
Forget Lagos. Na we get Lagos.
Forget Abuja. When we are in power
Votes from these two cities will not count.
How poetry can never fail.
It is poets who choose rawness discarding tact and finesse
who cannot stand the stripped nakedness of hard currency
And the lush richness of a la carte.
Buy the whole restaurant
There will be no need to fight anymore
Line up inside and cart away billions.
It is a cruise for the whole crew.
But so for failed poets.
As if words on there can bake bread. Poetry if not music to the ears of the lord of the land is art gone to waste and misdirected.
And so correct is Plato.
Poets build too much air in their mind
And pollute the earth they walk on.
They cast their lot in flight fancy from reality. And trail away from the demand of logic
and rational thoughts and philosophy
To find rationality in reality
and yes only in reality can anyone find rationality.
But just some poets. And some poems.
From failed poets.
Who suffers the net to some trendy online read.
Who lives in the valley of empty pockets
Not trailing the path of existence
To quarter their daily needs from minting new songs of praise.
How beautiful is beautiful.
The country is beautiful.
Who needs poets anyway?
Simply stretch your hands backwards at no cost and resurrect a dead 46-year-old anthem.
What greater power is there on earth
Than the rhythm with which to fancy the hearts to the passion of learning
How to dance happiness into life and not go to the grave poor and miserable.
The greatest wealth there is ...
Is the ability to mine one's own happiness from the inside.
All the memories of good times
From the dead past can be longer-lasting opium.
This is what poetry will not give.
It legislates pain
On the consciousness of the collective.
The many names of failed poets like this poet.
All undeserving of citizenship.
Who has cried for decades for the return of the old?
Who as a student learnt to Hail thee
Now they say it is work to learn an anthem
All haters.
Do what they want. Still they wail.
Do what needs to be done. They wail.
Is electricity all round the clock not good?
Poets who should know the power and magic of Rhythm
Now line themselves up issuing new poems after poems themed on our resurrected Anthems
Confirming for all times that Anthems change fortunes. Poets who have since lost the magic are waxing lyrics.
Thanks to the graceful act of an anthem.
This example is then denied to the country by poets who are themselves witnesses and beneficiaries.
How dead tongues can now craft new tunes...
The same is true for the country.
...anthems can turn fortunes around.
Just you wait... Certainly Poets
Who suffer their imagination to the death of Reason. And so cannot serve
Always hating public servants
And cannot grant letters of commendation
To all
Who serve "Our Sovereign motherland".