Rootless Land Poem by John Chizoba Vincent

Tufiakwa! That land suck!
I can't spend my next life here
Where women birth in joy and
Grasses sprout out not when cut.
Blood meets where two love lines are
drawn, freedom, which is life, is ceased.
Has Nigerians a god at all?
Tell the gods I can't come back here again,
My Chi can take me else where not here.
This is cursed and homeless land bleeding
excitedly.They have made the masses
famished and the land itself is hungry of
tomorrow, it uses tears as subtitude for laughter.
That land sucks and I can't remain here,
Tomorrow we shall be meeting the gods
in heaven where the stars are clothed
to remove us from here least we perish and rot.
There is mirror in front of this land and
no one is watching.


(C) John Chizoba Vincent
Voice Of Vincent 2016