The Roads Of The East Poem by Kingsley Egbukole
The Roads Of The East
On the roads in the east
Are ugly deep potholes
That serves as death graves
Ready to swallow poor commuters
On the roads in the east
Are deep and dirty pools of water
That serves as stagnant oceans
Ready to drown innocent souls
Yet on these roads in the east
Are numerous check points
Every one kilometre of the stretch
With fully armed security men
Ready to dispossess drivers their earnings
Harass commuters endlessly
Who are blameless, harmless and fearful for their lives.
(Tuesday 17th September,2019,2.38am)
This poem is beautiful and so true that tears helplessly fell from my eyes. The situation is too bad in the eastern Nigeria. Thanks for sharing Kingsley.
A lofty sentiment of pain and empathy for a highly marginalized zone in Nigeria. A sad truth brilliantly crafted with insight. Thank you very much for this patriotic piece. Remain blessed.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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12/17/2025 4:55:26 PM # 1.0.0
A very apt and insightful poem calling the attention of those in power on the dilapidated state of the road to the South East of Nigeria. It is a crying shame that we vaunt as Giants of Africa with her rich oil reserves yet we see such nauseating things. Recently I went through such nightmarish experience. Thanks for sharing.
Thanks for your experience and comment