The land is filled with deatH
Believe it or not, this is not the first..
The bomb blasts,and terrorist threats..
The corruption and stencH..
This is not the first..
The earth is filled with thirST
For vengeance, for justice, for redreSS
A land that is supposed to be so blessed.
The policE won’t do their best,
The people take laws into their hands, like tis the wild wild west..
Committing murder, homicide, like beasts, like vampires with blood-thirst..
But this eviL isn’t a guest
No its not, its being on us like a crest
Daily our people steaL from the country’s treasure chest
Depriving the citizenry of her wealth.
Malaria is still a threat
Same with polio and hiV, this is a mess,
Treatment is dear,people move with stealth,
Because the drugs cost an arm and a breast
its an omen,the land is cursed,
Yet a breath of life must be infused
Our issues must not be excused..
The corrupt thieves must be exposed
The aLu murder must be avenged.
For the curse must be exorcised
Our demons must be commonised
Our leaders must empathize
Our people must not “de-humanise”
We must arise from this shame
Never again should we reduce ourselves to this animalistic plane
We are africans,not animals, and definitely not insane
These killings are incessant,we must work and we must pray
Nigeria will stand,our tears will drY
We will mourn our dead, we will solve the crime
May these deaths, open for us ,our paths to a New life, a new time.