The Kingdom Of Jackals And Hyenas Poem by Ikenna Omeje

The economy of the pride of Africa
Was once at the zenith;
There were jobs
There was food for small animals
Farmers had no fear visiting their farms
For raider herdsmen were calm.
The voices of secession were incoherent
There wasn't much tongue war between the north,
And the seat of the Rising Sun
The headache was for the Sambisa Mafias

Then came the wind of change
It was possibly hurricane
North and west were enjoying the whizzing
Of the trees
‘Victory for Democracy' became their catch phrase

But it seemed, it was a bad wind
Small animals are yammering on the effect on their lips.
The language of small animals have changed
More are crying for bread
Because their stomachs are empty
Prayer has become every minute ritual
Nobody is happy anymore
For their farms and jobs are gone
The economy is hospitalized
Prophets and soothsayers can neither hear
Nor see
The days are gloomy
For the head is sick
And the economy is in coma