Bleeding Voices Poem by okpeta Gideon Iching

We fleed to a country where our voices has no impact on the world,
The world we were created to dominate.
We follow your path,
Yet "interest"blinded our thoughts against tomorrow's misfortunes.
Now, that interest is wrecked like a ship in the sea.With voices, yet our wailing are mute like cattle in abattoir.
The casualties are they who
Want to reap from where they didn't sow,
Who despised the wealth of their country for another country
Under the shadow of today's pleasure.
Who are to be held responsible for spilling the "the black blood":
They who seek refuge in other countries
Or they who gave their land for settlement?
And now they spilled the black blood!
I remembered how weinter-visited each other,
How we were nurtured by the same mother
without sentiments
How the wind of friendship caressed our stay together....
Yet you treat me like a slave
Who don't deserve to be in your land,
Like an alien outside the continent of Africa.