Committee Country

Darkness ravages the land
Terrorists become savage
Nothing works, even government
All talk
No one listens

To search for lost safety-pin
A committee we must set-up
Though all previous committees’ reports
Lie buried under raggish rugs
Nation of committee
Missing among comity of nations

No evidence of nationhood
In fear of stronghold
For our high priest
Cannot be touched with our infirmities
His chickdren, they never kidnapped
His false-lady secured
Himself, never visited with cold afternoon bomb
Dancing sigidi priest amidst pews’ wailing

How can a city-sitting committee
Find Sambisa Forest

Solomon Olaniyan

About Ijagun Poetry Journal

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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