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Elegy for a nation

For Chinua Achebe at 70 Ah, Chinua, are you grapevine wired? It sings: our nation is not dead, not clinically Yet. Now this may come as a surprise to you, It was to me. I thought the form I spied Beneath the frosted glass of a fifty-carat catafalque Was the face of our own dear land — ‘own’, ‘dear’, Voluntary patriotese, you’ll note — we try to please. An anthem’s sentiment upholds the myth.   Doctors IMF, World Bank and UNO refuse, it seems, To issue a certificate of death – if debtors ...
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Added May 21, 2013
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