Our Uncompleted Walls Poem by konye ori

With his hands tied behind his back
with Legislative-ropes of twine
and his lips sealed with black Judiciary-paper tape
the Fatherland is at the mercy of his Executive-captors.

But with his heart, he calls out to us…. “Compatriots! ”
And we rise to serve and to redeem.

But the tool house is starved of tools.
The armory is starved of arms.
And the book house is starved of books

We are pouring over with vim-and-vigor and knack;
Seeking to add more bricks on the deserted
walls of our great land.

But the sweat of our heroes past washes with the hopes
Of our youths down the tunnel of time into the waste waters of
avaricious chieftains, as our night rain pour ceaselessly.
And it seems we can only cry…”Oh, God of creation.”

The walls of our nation is still in its foundation
in a land where brick making is an inborn vocation.