A Pain In The Ass Poem by Stephen Olufemi Omolara

I am too moved to be moved
Too empty bellied to be hungry.
Every day I live a stranger to myself,
A riddle, boxed in mystery,
Why I survive I cannot tell.
I was a proud Nigerian,
Dead yet living.
My pride, a victim,
Of assassination by my folks.
Bombed out of me, yet I live,
In the gory of senseless glory
Many prides massacred the bokoharam ways,
How I am surviving I can tell not,
Fears, I feel no more;
No boldness comes my way
But brick wall of fear I become
The one in me, I feel,
Turns the one outside dwarfs.
The fire is intense on the roof,
Yet the house owner smiles and dines.
Popping of guns, our fire crackers,
The Kaboom of bombs our drums!
Welcome to the party!