THE CRUMBLING CITADEL.
(A POEM FOR IMSU FOR LOSS OF ACCREDITATION)
Like the walls of Jericho
You came crashing, cursing the hands
That gave the push with gusto.
From your tunnel has great men emerged,
Yet, in the comity of citadels
They left you submerged.
Your once beautiful walls
Now gasp for air
Like a fish on the land.
Your plea for recuperation,
A clear “reed in the tide”
Even as successive ExcellenTHIEVES
hold you by the jugular.
What is left of you is incomparable
To my land after the war.
From foundation to roof, you have rotten.
From wall to wall, you stink,
Not of your crumbled walls,
But of wastes of humans
Seeking knowledge from your walls;
Of refuse, littered carelessly in your halls.
In your halls are praises rendered above;
A dirty praise to Almighty,
For the WARshippers stand on dirt
And in dirt.
Lessons go on in your remains,
As students and dirt scuffle for space.
Hawkers and beggars compete for relevance
In your classrooms. (Are you a motor park?)
Your mushroom faculties are in shamble.
Your departments exist only in nomenclature.
Your Admin blocks are in tatters.
Your offices yearn for a touch.
(ASSuu strike could not assuage your
Cry! Cry! Cry!
Cry blood my citadel,
For your dilemma is worse
Where are the STARS you made?
Where are the league of successful men
That sucked your breast of knowledge?
Have they suddenly gone numb?
Or are they ashamed of their certificates?
Why have they left you in the rains
For your accreditations to be washed off
In the merciless flood of the NUC?
(I AM NWADIKE IFESINACHI JP. A CONCERNED EX STUDENT)