Change we bought;
Strange they have become;
The broom we crave;
Over the dismal doom we rave,
The future looking bleak,
Without in sight is the hope to the peak.
Change we bought;
Strange they have become;
Insensitivity their aura; in bliss they sprawl;
Dejection our collective wail;
Mien changing with ostensible frail;
To God in heaven we rail.
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Change we bought;
Strange they have become;
In resplendent garb they rock;
In pain and strain we sprain our hope;
Yet, in pullulation they mock;
Privation the bane with fierce bliss of killing rope.
Prayer she wants; higher rung they deprive;
Imprecations we have; repose in hope would we give to them the reprieve.
Nigeria
<A bugle of panegyrics sufficeth not;
An orchestra of encomium still pales.
Reliving experiences of selflessness;
Tenaciously appreciated unstintingly, nay, unsparingly
My MATER FAMILIAS…
She scrimps and saves for the progeny’s exigency;
Demands craving instantaneous urgency…
Cogitating less of self; excess of progeny;
Oblivious of the present; for not too far-off posterity.
MY MIRROR…
Effusively hoping for her intrinsic auras;
Facsimile in an incarnated paramour;
Living with mild grace; integrity achieved stately;
Long live MAMA; TO GOBBLE AND GUZZLE YOUR SELFLESSNESS
Longevity we crave; that He will give;
I appreciate overtime…never to depreciate.
Overtly banding your name; engraved on my mind…
Etched on our cognitive nifty; bruited with haughtinesshr>
This is my third day of the 
Thank you for stopping by to read my poem.
I remain my humble self @ baboyed1000---a poet, linguist, a teacher, academic freelancer and political commentator, Ph.D student.