Dirty Rocky made a sound,
And antiques of our ancestors were smashed to the dust
Rocky was made loco and bound,
And the remnants of our sweatily raised hamlets were lost
Rocky was made angered by instructions from above,
And it playfully swung and dinged on a patiently erected
heritage
Jagged- head, tooth hitching Rocky was made void of love,
And all that was left to see was a sweet sacrilege
A fifth term mission was evangelized through Rocky,
And our Ancestral shelter became a once upon a blossom
behemoth
Unchained was made a readily kindled Rocky,
And a heritage dwindled for empty boulevards of
exorbitant worth
Oh, what a tireless Rocky of the soil!
Lackadaisical destroyer of that egg long cuddled
Homelessness awaited by the ageing inhabitants of the
prospective toy
The very own hearts that carried the remnants of
traditions idled
Rocky ruminated in courage insane
To sadden the eyes that had seen the coconut and the apple
breast-fed
The janitors of custodianship wallowed in pain
Sun dried and deprived of the last minute traverse to bed
Shagaba Shagaba;
Modern Rocky makes a noise of captivating demolitions
Palaver Palaver;
Instructors make futile promises of phantom compensations
Figurine figurine;
Ornamental achievements over compassion
Jamboree Jamboree;
The mighty hands call for a tenfold celebration
Shagababa Shagababa;
Somebody please chain Rocky!
So, "who is Rocky"?
Poem by: Gboyega Richad Ayepola (GRA)
