The Last Book Of Lamentations Poem by Uche Nwanze

We live in Perilous times
Sleep has been slain
How much longer are we going to sip this Lugubrious wine
Citizens are Curious, who will Moses them out of the woods
These killings is making my people Furious
The custodians of our cache are Dubious
The ransom for our maidens is very handsome
If those upstairs could take this Serious
Yet the vaunt by the corridor of power to taunt the pillagers of our villagers is Spurious
If only the police were more Ambitious the devil from the evil forest won't be Audacious
These Nefarious shanghaier
have put us on board a Precarious ship
When shall we sleep so we don't slip
When shall Victorious songs fill our cracked lips