“We are only imprudent servants,
And have done what we ought to”
That ancient book somewhere urged
For we need not be lauded or adorned
By our improbable breath or even death
But by the mission as accomplished
From the vision of Oga at the top!
Here, there we gored two Gbokoman
Burnt many illegal refineries elsewhere
Nabbed one bomber and were bombed
Yet, we need die-hard character of forces
We need to refine our oil from our land
And we know Gboko is not too bad
What is not good about their tenacity?
The militaristic spirit could be sublimated
We know too our local refineries are good
The cockroachedness of these oil poachers
And they know we know they are smart
Yet we need to dialogue these out brothers
These tasks do not need this force as it were
For neither limiting nor eliminating the other,
Not going to break our nationhood the more
Waste of manhood and every other hood
If Gboko is for us, which army or force
Can withstand our manhood as a nation?
If the illegal refineries should be applauded
For refining at all, energized and legalized
Localized, strategized and maximized
We would be the world’s greatest JTF
And stay at the top without acrimony!
“A poem is never finished, only abandoned.”
Paul Valery (1871-1945)