The eagle stirs flamboyantly
On the targe perch
The horses stare continuously
By the lush prop
Comity of nations endlessly wonders
Fifty and three annals
The red one yet to soar
In its avian majesty
And the chargers still to gallop
In their equine energy
Their leaders both past and present,
In uniform and mufti,
Have them shorn of all inspiration
And tied down by the lush vegetation
Till they lost aerial and terrestrial acceleration
Human, material, mineral
Resources, many, untapped
The tapped, their fortunes, squandered
Peace and progress
Long live our nation
Abiodun Soretire
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Ijagun Poetry Journal is a quarterly journal that provides a platform from which we can tell our own stories in the authenticity of their multiplicity through the poetic medium. We don’t want to hear these stories from our master “griots” alone; we want to hear from those mastering their art, too. Hence, we aim at publishing new and emerging poets. We also welcome the works of established poets in order to encourage the poetic genius of those mastering poetic art. We prize original works that conform to, break or reinvent conventions. Again, we accept reviews and critical essays on poetry. We also accept powerful art works and photographs that make us appreciate the "poetry" in everything.
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