The birds once whistled
So incessantly
And hustling of trees
Once studded the equable atmosphere
Once a quiet villa,
But always looming with uncertainty
Until things fall apart finally
Boomu-Boomu!
Sudden sounds fall
As things fall apart
In that mighty rock
Their faces grown grim
With unuttered moaning
As fear grips the morning
Suddenly things fall apart
With one man down and out
But his ghost lurk around
And a nation is thronged into chaos
Things fall apart
Too soon or too late?
For mad men had been specialists
Poem by Godspower Oboido
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