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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