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Goodbye, grand old bard

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Gone,
A ‘Strong Breed’
Serenaded through the sombre path
in ‘Night Rain’
By ‘Song of the Goat’
In lyrics dotted by rain drops
Falling like dropping mangoes
On our profusely leaking tatched roof
Of currently tattered Nigeria
Where songs are
Leud
Sour
Terse and
Sad
Like stories of SARS
In a sense-starved land
Of absentee ‘dance of dieties’
You live now that ovation’s high
And sharpened knive draws near
The heart of the matter
You forewarned would.
Err the ‘Ozzidi Saga’ or
The macabre requiem of
That decay you neddled
Your sleep comes in deserved
Night when some sense still hive nigh
The choirs that would chant you
Lullaby

Good bye J.P.
Adieu dear gran-pa
Of daily departing proteges
For who survival have grabbed their tongues

For the chants you lived
To nurture
Brew and
Breed it’s founts

Awka Anambra State Nigeria

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