Please God, To Our Unrest Country Poem by John Ugolo Umah

Just every day when we think one is going down
it always lay lower for a fresh foraging
foraging for what but blood everyday
please God, to my country's unrest

it seems like the blood hunt don't want to stop
we are licking and frolicking in blood like life style now
when is this dreaded bath going to stop?
Please God, to our countrys' unrest

we hear of how this sorrowful songs are chanted from beyond
now is it sung in my country's backyard to the balcony
what rhythm and rhyme do we chant ours to be?
Please God, to my country's unrest

smash and splash, the blood of the innocents
where we can no longer take record of numbers
we are floating like the calabash on water without its control
please God, to our countrys' unrest

in our peaceful lands now, are we sleeping with saboteurs
who is to be trusted as a leader now when all seek to eat
we are crying for this peace, please give it us
please God, to my country's unrest

it was a world beautifully made
but man believed to shed blood to a throne
a throne for just today, tomorrow is gone
please God, to our countrys' unrest