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FLIGHT OF THE BIRDS

The birds are fleeing the desert nest

In ten and thousand droves,

Migrating, in search of oases

To other nests.

Harsh harmattan winds are whirling

Across the nest,

Breathing acrid aridity into the atmosphere

And dis-enwombing the earth

The birds are fleeing the desert nest

In ten and thousand droves

To other nests.

Across the nest stalks

Famine and fear, poverty and pain,

Rendering the native birds

Naked and marasmic

As hyenas prowl patiently

For aviarian carcasses.

The birds are fleeing the desert nest

In ten and thousand droves

To other nests.

Clouds of doubt and despair

Darken the sky

And the birds fly

To shelter in clement nests afar,

Away from the native nest’s embryonic storm.

The birds are fleeing the desert nest

In ten and thousand droves

To other nests.

Harmattan haze wraps the horizon,

The air reeks of pollution,

Sunshine is a fleeting illusion;

Life in the nest

Has become a concrete catastrophy.

So,

The birds are fleeing the desert nest

In ten and thousand droves

In search of watered pastures

Escaping from the cagey nest,

Escaping to ……..?

Author -Lampe Omoyele