Our Institutions Are Not For Cultist Poem by poet virginus ndubuisi

Our Institutions Are Not For Cultist



OUR INSTITUTION ARE NOT FOR CULTIST
We are students,
We are not happy.
Our rights as students,
And citizens is about,
To be taken by cultists,
Our joy is taken.
We are no longer enjoying,
Our conducive environment,
Just for cultists,
We are now like a lonely cat that,
Has no friend to play with.
Just for existence of cultists,
We are no longer having,
Our recreational activities.
Our Profs and lecturers,
Rights,
Is also about to be taken by cultists.
When will we,
Regain our rights?
When will we read in our,
Libraries?
When will we walk,
Freely?

The gun shorts in our,
Schools and communities,
By the cultists is causing,
A lots of damage to us,
We are not happy.
We no longer read our,
Books after school hours,
Just for them,
The cries of their cutlasses,
Causes hypertension to us,
But they don't want to change.
Oh! Yee cultists,
When will you thou repent?
When will your attacks be,
Over?
When will you be a good,
Citizens?
Why do you want to useless,
Yourself.

Cultist are like an angry,
Lions.
They are always moving from,
One place to another in search,
Of whom to devour.
They are cowards,
They fights day by day like,
Lions.
They breaks our laws and,
Orders,
And threats good students,
They are likes terrorist,
They hates their country,
They makes friend with arrogant butterflies,
Oh! Yee cultist,
Why don't you be like,
A wise man who builds his,
Home on a rock?

Oh! Yee arrogant,
Butterflies,
Our institutions are for learning,
And not for cultist,
Why wasting our money on,
Cultists?
Are the police and the armies,
Not read for thy escorts?
Or,
Are the citizens not ready?
To vote for you?
Why are you backing hopeless,
Cultists up?
Why are you abusing your,
Political rights,
When will you change?

My fellow poets,
Let's tell,
President Donald Trump to,
Make law against cultist.
Let's tell Nigeria soldiers to,
Wage war,
Against cultist and their sponsors,
Let's tell judges and,
The lawyers that,
It's time to back up our laws,
And let's not forget to,
Intimate the CEO of security,
Company that it's time for,
A new ammunition.

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