55 Years Of Drowsiness Poem by Benjuzzy Okpuzor

wake, and make way
Brothers,
Let's fight on, as long as life
Hold's us free,

The love, and labors of our
Heroes past, passing, and,
Fading away,
From the mountain top to the

Moon we cry loud, yet this
Civil evil still persist;
Why will I pledge to a country
That will plague me?

And a nation that will nail me?
At fifty five we celebrate the
Days of destitute, and austerity
In joy's stead,

Why jail a juvenile seeking job,
And not the blood ties of a
Child soldier, their scripture,
And teacher is the street;

For our leaders lay Siege on our
Wealth, and bleed us of
Freedom, those political
Barbarians with no brain;

We will not be bamboozled
By the baboons that seeks
To mock us,
We cry for civil peace, and not

Civil unrest;
Arise Oh brothers, for we've
Played the fool for long, those
Lunatic sons of lucifers must

Not lead us astray, we live in
A dead desert, surrounded
With the flow of life with no
Wits to reach,

The vampire probate, and
Reprobates, procrastinate,
Toiled with the conglomeration
Of our black race,

Awake, and make way
Brother's
For there's no art without an
Action.