Amid years of tears with pangs of pain
The Eagle of War emerged from the sky
With a high voltage of prestige handing
Rocks the cradle and cautioning peddlers
Making them know that there is true power
Behind the throne occupied by the crocodile
A flame of hope gave currency to the grain of brain
When the optical organs saw the conqueror again
Holding the crocodile of abomination in a chain
Of six feet in a radiant scaled warm of shame
Just after the War Lord had taken the field against
The monster manufacturing nightmares of misery
Voices of torment groping through the darkness
Of agony faded like a bag of mist with blissfulness
Witnessing the end of operations crocodile smile.
(c)Ikechukwu, Makurdi, 2019.
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