Corruption In Nigeria Poem by PROMISE ITA OKPOHOUDEME

Run win when
The rain race roof
Like pal pen Paul
And Sarah sat sad.

By the rail clicking clock
And the Bishop in dirty cloak
From a window
I saw a helpless widow

And her Sky wasn't blue
And the Sun living half
Our Nation have dead cue
And our justice a sharpless blade

Going to a farm clearing no bush
And the widow without a hoe
Weeds whole bush
And had her bath in dew.

Quarrel broke like a broken glass
Pieces fly a distance league
Hit the uniforms in the class
Blind a Nation in Greenish wig.

How a drop of water floods a Nation
Pulling out all limitation
Stains national fingers
Plants sunny dangers.

© Okpohoudeme Promise Ita