With grievance I write, hoping ye might see the light,
We say we are a nation at its crossroad but I pray we do not corrode,
Corruption has bitten more than it can chew,
Everyday is a story of another political duel,
Or of brothers killing brother on the basic of ethnicity and religion,
Poverty on its own is a legion.
My heart throbs, makes me wonder if their is hope for our Generation,
And if as a nation are we truly at our Crossroad?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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