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The Cry Of A Wounded Nigerian

Nigeria my beloved home is under siege: A death trap I see in her third mainland bridge. The crying blood of the slain in the North-east overwhelms vicious politicians with guilt. Humans with hearts of beasts ravage her North-west, outgunning her corrupt weakened armed forces. Catacombs of mass graves quantify losses incurred from incessant farmers-herders clash. Darkness looms as stupendous amounts of cash are cast in an energy sector like trash. Her healing centres are no more than health morgues, and her institutions breed intellectual dogs. Her oligarchs of the six zones unify to plunder, rape and line their pockets with filth. With peanuts they entice poverty stricken youths, just to have their sit-tight bids guaranteed them. Indulgences from the gullible gratify custodians of faith endowed with seducing lips. My beloved Nigeria has failed to hearken to the values of the elders before them. With priorities misplaced, we go seeking for stereotyped reputations in our trips to foreign climes for filthy lucre to acquire. Good Lord! When will values my mother-land require?
The Cry Of A Wounded Nigerian
Thursday, April 25, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: elegy
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