The Lie We Nurtured Poem by Bonaventure Onuabuchi

And now death has lived to his desired taste.
Truth despairs in desolation.
Life so forlorn like his quest;
Dies away and fails expection.

The ubiquitous truth of the lie we nurtured,
Grows in fine fettle and outlives its sweetness.
No lie returned from the truth we tortured,
But hopes in increasing sourness.

Widespread disillusionment now lurks in every face-
But who will lure the fear out of its place?
Since it's now us and our desicated lips
Feeling the pains of our flawless slips.

Our hearts bucket down through the eyes,
But it's now too late being wise.
Heaven's gate has been shut;
And we are returning back to the shattered hut.

I heard we are one;
But why Pharoah's sadness when Isreal was fine?
Oh! Spare me not reasons why I shouldn't cry,
When truth is being murdered and buried in the sky.

How long should partiality continue in this splendiferous outfit?
To which when will dethronement befall discrimination?
Will ever truth; be born, that isn't counterfeit? -
If no, we who nurtured this lie will soon cry for secession.