My Homeland Poem by segun Johnson Ozique

I am not happy with today’s state of affairs
The way things are cloaked in mysteries
Whole comeliness of a nation in shadows
Our harmonious livelihood dishonored, soiled
Our top heads marooned in seas of icy waters

The ones that have come around to the house
We douse in clowns’ aprons, shoved in the kitchen
Dishing grim humourless tongues; masterly crafting;
Painting woefully desolate situation in bright bold print
To make all we see as obviously utterly awful, divine

I plea for the power of a sterner will with a tough shell
In the power which man can rise above material dreads
To touch the inner toughened cord of the spatter spirit
To sprinkle about goodness, pen the smothering of virtue
So the blur mysteries of our pains can be made plain to cure