Desert In Sea Poem by Philip Adelabu

My name is Kumkumba Blackana
And, I am the president without a nation
I live by my rules and take counsel from no one
And why should I pay taxes when I have no task?
Why should I pay bills while I share my room with an intense darkness inside a hole in a cave?
I am that impulsive voiceless voice that shouts for justice with impunity from the cave

Pity me not, but be ashamed
For I live in the nation without a president
With a perverted inalienable right, my stomach dries up and my limbs go weaken

Pity me not, but be ashamed
For I cannot share the same table of tea with my masters
I demand of the stream water, but denied
I ask for a candle light, but subjugated
I insist on a blanket, but scorned

Be ashamed
For I was told this nation has a fountain of pure honey
A river of sugar and thousands of trees with ripe breads
Why can't I deep my finger into the honey or take a taste of the bread?
I weep and cry for the nation's sins

Then, I heard the doctor's voice saying
"Kumkumba, you need Vertypoorgrammaline
A medicine equipped with substances that will make you happy in an unjust and disarranged society"
But behold, for I take my refuge in religion
And I shall live and die to live
Or rise and fall to make history like an empire.