I Flap My Hurts Like Broken Wings

Plant me
Among the wonders of the world
Nourished and Flourishing
On this beleaguered southern soil
With my roots scattered
On this warri culture.

Emevor is my window,
So I peep into the world
Building me up
Like a towering bonfire.
I flap my hurts
Like broken wings
In the sky.

Reach I the firmaments
I shall not kneel
Like those twin skyscrapers
Bending droopingly
In obeisance
To the powers of this age.