Years ago, brother made a first class
today, I saw him rolling multiple weeds
because his birth place is a smouldering hell
where people pray not to see another day
where Education is key but leaders changed the padlock
I wonder why the word ' ASSU ' determines future
Last night, I called sister with a view to see her on campus
trembled was I when I heard she's now in Babcock
where students will no longer faint while writing examination
I wonder the arithmetician that divided the country
Some weeks ago, a man was caught with human parts in a broad daylight
days later, he was set free,
contested election and won
the country is a dead river where justice will never emanate
injustice presides over the innocent
I am there, not because I am stuck but nowhere to go
Days after, I heard they shot ' O.G'
only because he dressed extravagantly and had a new laptop
I wonder why ' SARS' equivalent to assassins
I am there and not stuck but got no stock to sell
Although I am homeless but not aimless
The injustice of country called Nigeria. Beautiful poem. Please kindly check my poems HOPE and THE BEAUTY OF DEATH. Kingsley Egbukole
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Love this poem, I wondered why Sars is equivalent to assassin