How can i write in bliss ?
When my pen threaten to flee,
Away from my exuding fears.
When my slate is soaked in my own tears,
And my beloved NAIJA face a dark abyss.
Though power supply has long being seized,
I’ll light candles,
Write without cease.
Tonight,i stop being passive.
For my young heart wildly thumps,
I sense a gathering storm.
Should i write about the insane killings at jos ?
The broiling power tussle ?
Or the inept legislators ?
No, i wont risk staring death through that dark muzzle.
I will write to seek justice,
For a nation held captive.
Prisoners of being passive.
A people that make jokes when the president never shows up.
He can rule even from the moon they told us.
They lecture us and say we are GOOD PEOPLE.
Yes, that is because we play dumb and turn our backs to their evils.
They say ours is a GREAT NATION.
We believe in that misguided notion,
Even though we know GREAT dosent mean insensitive leaders that loot a fertile nation,
Now we are caught in tween,
Muttallab’s Al-Queda game and the cunning west.
The million dollar machine of RE BRANDING brilliantly stomped dead.
Our politicians said stand,we stood on untarred roads and empty bellies.
Wait,we waited for water,shelter and fed on vain agenda’s and empty promises.
Pray,we prayed and fasted while they emptied our treasury,
Yet E GO BETTER i hear.
All i see is despair.
In ironies we breathe,
Contented with the crumbs we eat,
Lets stop living a lie,
And feeding on deceit.
Its time we rise,
Fight,face the truth,
Now is the time,
With our strength,our vigor and our vibrant youth.