My Questions Poem by Samson Ejembi

I am lost in this shadow of numerous questions
That continually roll across the screen of my mind.
I try to put it off but it appears it cannot be persuaded.
This gives birth to the countless WHYS that ring each time I make a step forward in this cloudy trip; Journey of life.

Why do we have the downtrodden, trying to speak for the masses
But get rolled back by the WHYS that surround them?

Why do we have the electorates filing up the whole day,
Opting to reposition their destinies but perhaps get a pack of salt,
Their portions of the national cake?
Dividend of democracy or DEMONcrazy?

Why do we have them keeping Mute over THE CONFESSION?
You are silent because they are in your fold?
Apparently you are sitting on the fence. Ehn?

Why do we have everybody going hungry?
And only a few visiting Hungary? We are hungry for food, water, employment, security, good road, Medicare and even spouse.
We are equally HUNGARY for Dubai, London, St. Petersburg and Paris.

Why do we have them keeping that opportunity for THE YET UNBORN homo sapiens
When we have us turning 30,40 and worthless?

Why do we have rulers all around and yet we lack leaders?
Less wonder, you make them push the loads while you relax and celebrate in the wagon.

Why do we have them extorting from the least we own?
You claim you can see the future?
Well, very soon your future will also be featured as I have foretold.