I Shout Poem by Tony Adah

I hate to live in a country
Where I was born
A citizen
Where my great grand ones
Had their umbilical cord buried
Still I walk on the fringes
Of everything
Afraid without a word of my own.

They won elections
In which ink darken my thumb
And they smiled
Saying that less will have to go
To the minority where I belong.

I see buildings crumble
Into rubble
A gun totting army of my country
Happily decimating the people
In their own land;
Citizens are refugees
In their own country
File up in huge breadlines
Bowls at hand looking for food.

I wonder how long
This prolonged torture will prevail
I feel like breaking
Sad like dying
In a country not different
From a prison.