First October Twenty Fourteen Poem by Tony Adah

First October Twenty Fourteen



Today is a kill-joy
Day but with a ray of hope
My country celebrates
Its fifty fourth independence day
Yes, independence read
On pages of books.

Still the citizens wallow
In wanton dependence
Their backs bent over
The ageless hoe
Without a change.

I can see the blood
Of citizens flowing
In Kondoga, Bama, Chibok
And the pogrom freely
Ridding a Russian armoured car
All is not well for now.

There is a pregnancy
In the tummy of the country
Expectantly
We await the birth
Of a politician who
Will be born a statesman.

Wednesday, October 1, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: politics
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