Trapped under rubbles, a poem by Professor Ikechukwu Benjamin Ezeohagwu I Final Prayer! trapped under rubbles, bent position several hours of rumbles, so weak at that point, dead bodies everywhere, bricks had fallen on workers, struggling to breathe, cloudy and dark everywhere, as if end had come without bubbles. II Immense tragedy, wrapped in karmic debts, paving way for credits, figures of corpses, found in the debris, incident plagued with controversies, survivors so few, dead bodies everywhere, many victims remained trapped, unpleasant, bemoaning, few survived, many dead. III I wish those lives saved, would have been joyful and pleasant moments for us, such a gory story sort of tourist site since, from far and near, throng sympathizers, sellers, on-lookers, responders, horrible tragedy Ikoyi  21-storey building collapse. IV What a karma chemistry brought them all together to this...