The Judgment of Socrates

So...
You have the vision. You have seen now the land
I come from. E we tie. Women arrested for
wearing mini skirts--and not by islamist soldiers.
And when I raised the alarm, sir, no one believed...
because only I, of my people, lives in the land
of our ancestors. E we tie. Yemoja tells me,
in succinct prose, that the cost of disturbing who
tells her story is a "friendly exchange of fire."
Prometheus has told this story before, of how
friendliness bound itself to glory. I am
convinced that I am more intelligent than Olanikpekun,
and as is our custom I have to ask him to prove
that he is more intelligent than I. I therefore
wonder if Nigeria, Socrates, survived. The
metaphor is now high.. and Yemoja encircles
like a vulture... a piercing wailing screech
that tingles the bones and makes one lose... breath.
But from where I soar, I can see only one thing...
A man is burned to death, beaten to a comatose state,
and insulted as he is burned to death. And Olankpekun
continues, Socrates, continues to say "...these are our problems..."

I predict, Socrates, what you fear to see....
But hope that any natural signals of late can reverse
what seems to be the fate of those who lack, in this day and
age, the attribute of nobility.