POEM: Surviving the Shipwreck By Ozichukwu Chukwu

The storm was sudden
The experience was tsunami
From the bonfire of vanities
It was the year Uzziah died
Isaiah saw God
What destroys, reshapes and updates.

I saw the Captain running
Everything was bizarre
Everyone seemed berserk
In shared amnesia, collective forgetfulness
No bonding nor existence of group consciousness
Let hope not depart

What debunks our historic myth
What happens to our daily referendum
Our longing for union
And long history of blood and toil
The mutual hatred of neighbors
Dilutes our social capital.

We will trap and cage the wild
Demist the cloud, and let the rainbow
Bind hypocrisy, engage tyranny
No mood switches nor fairytales
But collective effort, sacrifice and devotion.
A better future to create and share
Not filled with opium and odium.