: : : : : : A Wish For A New Air: : : : : : Poem by Desmond Okon

I wish this world will stop and think about itself,
How the people saunting its belly breathe infamy.
The eyes of men hunt for those to slaughter as sacrifice,
Enriching themselves,
Of which we pay the gross price.
They mount hills on our sweat, leaving us to scavenge in the dust ourselves.

I wish my father land will ponder off its reverie,
How the pigs that sit on its head spit deceit
To the sons and daughters of its house.
Their bellies breach our walls as seconds die.
As our throats are gagged, in silence we lie.

I wish my people will learn from precedence,
How their will and power was sold for a token,
Causing the death of the Coat of Arm as the nation's totem,
In selection.

I wish our hearts will wear good will as an emblem,
And stay right in the future selection.