john chizoba vincent
We Are The Victims - Poem by john chizoba vincent
We are the victims of sour love;
Love that never return love,
Love that brings more hatred,
Love that tells us our heart troubles
Rather than the future of our tomorrow.
We are victims of false religions;
Religions that seek for its refuge
Rather than the refuge of its followers.
We only hide under its umbrella pretending
All is well when all is not white and blue.
We are victims of bad leaders that loots
Our pride in the name of leadership.
We are only made to remain silent and dumb,
Feast in our own pains and drink our tears
Like those that are thirsty of water but, we aren't thirsty of water as they assumed we are.
We are victims of dark educational system,
None is seen as a graduate unless from a university,
The other institutions of learning are discriminated upon by the so called university graduates and, the firms in the country kick us as nobody; I have been one of their victims, have you experience that?
We are victims of copywrite and plagiarism;
You labour with no food in your stomach to write,
Then another copy your words without acknowledgement and appreciation by the thieves..
We have seen the sun barked behind in fear,
We seen the rain brayed in the outcast of the land,
The thunder sounded more and more fierce than ever.
We are the victims of lost love which weep behind.
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