Nemesis Poem by Celestine Nkwocha

Day and night we have laboured
But in harvest we are not favored
Like bullet from a gun
Our harvests are all gone
Where it went only the gods know
May their vengeance rekindle the foe
For our cry is like the hens bragging
At the hawk who carried its chicks flying
Hmm! nemesis is by the way
You and your children's children it shall hold sway
And when the lord unleashes a glance
Of his most dreadful vengeance
You shall know he is the lord
Who maketh all things by his word
Since he is a just judge
He shall rightly pay you without grudge
In an ocean of misery shall you hence end
For that is what your deeds have justly earned