The Predicament Of Man Poem by Precious Ebigwu

Many are lost in the dust
mothers are in moist
clean minded are rust
but we pray for just

Past many decades
project for amendment delay
good catch of men decayed
but man try and even replay

The land in ambush
in vandalising the furniture of ambition
speaking in lunacy and rubbish
still claiming the help of congregation

The land coming like a gentle tiger
in form of hypocrisy and neater
asking for majority votes of man
but still aborting the wants of man

The land as fast as a snake
coming to eat a cake
through the use of quake