I Rise Poem by Augustine Ogechukwu Nwulia

Whims within whims,
The nation stumbles and breaks
Penetrating her open wounds,
With the debris of the civil war.

Loony vultures and eagles;
Back on the bloody dinning table.
Feasting in flickering fuss;
With their irritating hocus-pocus.

For the love of my generation,
And the one after.
For the love of rightness;
And all that it stands for.

To fill the empty spaces
Of my future that will
One day become my past.
I rise! ! ! I rise! ! ! I rise! ! !