Friday, October 23, 2020

END SARS Poem: Wounded Eagles - Sunday David Nwafor

 

WOUNDED EAGLES

 


 

Why are we flying 

slowly like woodcock bird

In a glittering day

 

Why should we craw 

Alone in this part

When our legs are as long as the Ostrich 

 

Why are our wings

turned apart

In a place, we called home 

 

 

Why are we left, in a mat of pains 

Can we still be called eagles 

In this heavy downpour

 

Sunday David Nwafor

 

About the Poet

 

Sunday David Nwafor is a Nigerian born fictional writer and poet. He is currently studying at Alex Ekwueme Federal University Ndufu Alike, Ebonyi State. 

2 comments:

  1. I really like the comparisons and metaphor, drawing your point from the birds.
    The rhetorical questions leave the mind pondering.
    Your poem is concise with apt imageries too.
    You may consider reviewing line 1 of stanza 2, "craw" or "crawl"?
    You're creative.
    @Dayò Ayílárá

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