The arm’s swing
When the arm’s swing goes with a fist
It is a fight to injure and not a walk to reach out
Your right to swing your arms should be the swagger of your walk to the destination
When it goes with a fist the cacophony to stop the fight is the stalling of your destiny
Swing the arm in salute to a great nation
Swing the arm for a hand shake with your destiny in a nation of great people
Swing the arm to hang the gun and not to take position for the trigger
Throw neither grenades nor hand bombs to your people
Because their limbs are your limbs, their injuries are your scourge
Swing no arms into the alcove and bequeath no ammunitions in your will
Your will should be the joy of a nation where you have made a difference
Like the night and day
The desert and the mangrove
On the landscape of a nation on the journey of self discovery
Swing your arms above the head with victory sign for good choices you made
And wave of goodbye to the deprecated inglorious past
By
Professor Ikechukwu Onyebuchi Igbokwe
Department of Veterinary Pathology
University of Maiduguri
Maiduguri
© July 26, 2009
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