Little drops from heaven's ballister
Ceaslessly falls upon our land
Heaven weeps on us without remedy
Our land is excessively watered
Gutters are fed to yhe throats
Rivers rages above their banks
Furrows are submerged with ridges
Our farmlands suddenly vamoosed
Our homes are sacked by floods
From upper Benue to down Niger
Our homes laid postrate in floods
Old people cry for help
Mothers screamed for washed away children
Lives bodies float on water surface
Hues reign in our habitations
No more homes, no more land
Floods has eaten over our land
No more glitter in our birthplace
We are now refugees in our land
Very touching and very realistic painting of the situation in your country, when the local people immediately turn to be internal refugees after losing almost everything. I can very much identify the situation. This is the same situation not only in your country but in many other countries when wars and natural calamities come raging. Thanks for sharing this powerful poem.
Everyone of us in the developing countries, face the same situation when it rains heavily and shines mercilessly. Our governments are foolish not to know how to rectify our own issues. Let us see how other nations help you people during the time of trouble. Please updat us..
A poet's heart is always sympathetic. When reality is presented with emotion, it becomes more appealing. Loved this job!
This plight is sad indeed.... A ray of hope has to be there.... A good write indeed!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
very touching and painful scenario..