Cry For Help Poem by Osariemen Aihie

A land of mystery;
A land of love
in a place where voices are heard;
where everyone loved each other
A place of peace

Fathers listening to radio;
while some farming all day and night
Sons following their fathers

Mothers in the market
Daughters assisting their mothers
bargaining and trading;
in the market square
where all goods are fresh
sold in cheap quantities;
in high qualities

Decade later;
a place where peace reigns
now a place of where war rules
A desolated place indeed
Sounds of gun shots;
like a normal drum beat
Dead body surplus
Killing innocent souls
grave more than houses

The food bank of the nation;
now a land of famine
Relocating to their neighbouring town;
to work and eat
Working harder
Eating smaller;
Eating from hands to mouth
Restore the food bank of the nation
GOD HELP US! !