Broken Barrel By Ayomidotun Freeborn


The empty barrel that made the loudest noise you were

Crusty voice echoed in the scorching afternoon sun as you sought our mandates

Sweet melodies of vain promises you sang into our eager ears

A breathe of fresh air you said

Of what use is fresh air to the dead

In barrels our wealth are being shipped off from the shores of our land

We beat our chest as the largest exporter of black gold in Africa

Yet we joyfully enjoy lack in the midst of plenty

The child of a cloth merchant adorned in rags

You think we are fools

You take our fat cows and bear to us corned beef in cans

In ignorance we thank you for your kindness

We never know what became of its shinning hides and rich milk

With loaded barrels you invade our homes

With a single bang;

Sorrow, tears, and blood you leave behind

You have what is yours yet you take that which is ours

Of course it is your finger on the trigger

And you leave us shaken and broken

But you forget you are not very different from me

You only try to break me because you are already broken

Alas! You have no power over me

Because a broken barrel ceases to visit the river

Keregbe to fo deyin l’eyin odo

The writer is on twitter as @iamayomidotun


8 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. gbengaosowe1
    Mar 13, 2013 @ 05:56:36

    Simple, short, deep and message laden


  2. Kayode
    Mar 13, 2013 @ 07:51:21

    Hmmm. Nle, omo Nigeria rere.


  3. Anifowose
    Mar 13, 2013 @ 09:57:06

    Nice 1 u hav got there simple and hearth wrenching piece


  4. moskeda
    Mar 13, 2013 @ 12:55:37

    You don’t suck at poetry Ayomidotun. The message was straight and simple but spoken beautifully though I don’t know what that last part means. Pure igbo girl. But I loved it.


  5. JayCax
    Mar 13, 2013 @ 18:46:27

    Deep. Thought provoking. Can we hope for more?


  6. adewale oreshade
    Mar 16, 2013 @ 06:54:05

    I think its Awesome. Touching and very true. Maybe you should even add an exclamation or two after the last line. So that sounds more like an Angry Command.

    You are more of a spoken-word artiste than a poet. Even though they call themselves poets. I call them artistes. Lol…


  7. IamAyomiDotun
    Mar 16, 2013 @ 08:10:36

    Thank you all for the comments. I may actually try this again. Cheers!


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