How do i begin telling the experience?
As bitterness ascends hence,
Everyone seeking an escape route,
While with sunken eyes and faded mouth,
Day of comfort and fulfilling promises not in sight.
Can the story of dying children be right?
As no calories and nutrients to keep body and soul together,
And no beautiful sleep neither,
On the street empty child sunk, carried out on stretcher like a plank,
Hmm! What an era of ours in Africa
A great continent turning into junky cafeteria,
where the big guns with giant knife our cake they serve,
Yet they pledge to be a good representatives,
Indeed they are all learned thieves.
Hunger, pestilence ruling the streets,
Still the learn thieves in billions of cars run the street,
Immunity echoed the learned thieves to enhance the disease,
Immunity echoed not against the diseases,
When will the present ailment not spread to eternity
If devouring corrupt cancer can enjoy immunity?
Then the chance for the flower bud to survive is slim,
Actually each day we enjoy horror season film,
As the big guns crime and trial being a load
That weighs down justice and equity.
But unprivileged would be castrate without trial for laughable iniquity.
Actually the law makers are above the law,
Forcefully the law takers can make bricks without straw
I am yet in Africa to see the end of the tunnel
If our resources is looted with sky-mouth like funnel
Indeed a continent flowing in milk and honey
Then see children hungry
In ailments and pit they stay
Oh! my people i identify with you
My advice is the measure of men is not where he lives
Is never the situation of where he lives
But of how he makes best of where he lives.
Circumstance defines man's shape
But corruption of leaders turning our children into Ape
Playing the mad
And scavenging in rag
I kept wondering why is blessing becoming a curse?
Is simply the natural blessing of leaders cannot sincerely nurse,
If you say i have turn a preacher
You are indeed not a liar
Imagine who else can safe us , if not God
No blood in our leaders as they embalmed our Gold
Everyday children are growing thin
And fathers falling
When you have no option, you develop a theory
That would save you from being a victim of sorry
Sorry is never the answer
But to keep on believing, refusing to break and let hope be your emblem.
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