It is a new Nigeria with younger hopes
How can we then hope when hope is hopped
When can we avenge our course?
Hope is hopefully buried when we dies
Some years ago we murdered hope
Yes killed with a dagger of tribes
Beheaded by faith of fate
Now we remember hope in shattered coffin
Fragmented by the opaque we created in shame
Where then can we get a copy of our hopes
If we ruin what is left from this carcass
Live let us live in celebrated shame
Hope is on the way coming
Remember to hope in hope for hope is born
Coming like a mere thief from Lagoon creeks
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I would like to translate this poem
" Some years ago we murdered hope Yes killed with a dagger of tribes Beheaded by faith of fate" Telling the truth the way it is. Beautiful. Please kindly check my poems HOPE and THE BEAUTY OF DEATH. Kingsley Egbukole