Bags of cowries travel abroad
Through the back doors
Inheritances our forefathers left us
Mysteriously disappear
To enrich sons of other land
This, the gimmickry of beloved brothers
Thingamajig, thingamabob, thingy…
It drops in our soul.
As the night manoeuvres the day
They, the destiny of the people
Changing the course of things to come
The more we see the less we become.
Now, we are left with nothing
But a future stolen
Generations unborn, like the camel
This burden to bear so cruel
Such a beautiful piece Carefully illustrated... It tells of how much of our future has been stolen from us in betterment of other lives. How we have been deprived of what's ours to enrich sons of other lands. It appears we are being deprived daily and its so cruel
An interesting poem It carefully explains how we are looted and our hopes for a better and brighter future is taken from us and used in betterment of others lives and places. A very illustrative piece sir Faustina Uwagbale
Such an eye opening poem, focuses on the way the endowed country Nigeria lost his dignity to corruption by bad leaders.
A nation, ought to be in wealth and peace of mind, getting torn apart by our insatiable greed.
A great poem that reflect on the stolen pride of African children. This is great to read. The tears of our sold tomorrow still wail and sober openly.
Notoriously, Africa with its vast mineral resources and potentials has continued to wallow in the throes of economic woes due to kleptocracy. An insightful patriotic piece set aside for honest contemplation. Thanks for sharing Yomi and do remain blessed.
this poem can also talk about our politicians that take what is not theirs and run to foreign countries to invest.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Such an interesting poem, Yomi.....
Thanks Bernard. Please, briefly, what caught your interest in the poem?