Behind The Bar Poem by John Chizoba Vincent

Behind the bar as i stood alone with my thought
I could see the life of my people
In misery and agony fighting for freedom.
How they are humiliated and discriminated
By the leaders in their own fatherland.
My mouth failed me for words
My eyes detested my tears.

How could it be so?
We are bore of the same mother
Then why do we have to discriminate
Leave behind those we call brothers?
Leave them top suffer and beg for food
When we have enough to eat and drink.
What would Zik of Africa say of his effort
When he watch from beyond?
What would Gani fawehinmi say when he sees no
Dividend of democracy he fought for?

What sound would Awolowo tears produce
When he sees all his effort gone?
What eyes would Tafawa Look us with?
Yes we have done nothing in our humble land
We've done our people no good and we all know that.
My ears are deafening because they have heard enough
Of the promises and deceit.

It will only take Nigerians to build Nigeria.
The innocent are held by the guilty ones,
Then why do we strife for goodness
When there is no room for goodness.
I pray gently for mercy behind this 'monsterous' bar.