Path Of The Hurricane Poem by Haruna Garba

Just when the atmosphere was serene
Slim easterly hill of hurricane appeared
Slowly advancing it engulfed Northeast
Displaced persons troubling their hosts
But all coming was ridicule off Occident
Not a word of sympathy the other side
Not even for the good time once shared
Once, they held our commercial wheel

Most had to look elsewhere for peace
And so many their portion couldn't hold
Reality s non-liar laid the cards face up
For those asking, we sorted our threads
When our rational ones had put it right
Disowned the oddities in our vast midst

But hurricane being an advancing thing
Is akin to what you could call wildfire
The rogues that established themselves
Have their replica at every other side
And now that they've asserted selves
Smoke, fire and dust all over Occident
Which aren't making of the our orient
Yet the pioneers are made the fall guys
Divide and grow, their means to rule
Is the philosophy on which they rely
Not the simple reality as it should be
And there is no wind faster than a trend
Once here, you bet it'd be everywhere
Just a matter of how smart it seems to be
You could have real snakes elsewhere