80s, life was meaningful and our country worth living.
Blink!
Boom! Four decades gone, birthed in sorrows and in tears.
Blink!
How do we return,
When nature has washed us off the shore of no return?
Blink!
Life was more rewarding in years past,
With our elders boasting of memories past.
Blink!
It was better in sixties,
When our elders were only sixteen.
Blink!
Like a dream I am waking up to these misfortunes,
And all hopes thrown in a pit of no opportune.
Blink!
Our country is hunted by Ravens of death,
Sucking our souls off its corporeity beyond dead.
Blink!
Prickly, Wrinkly our country has become,
Not minding the cries of the wraith that never be gone.
Blink!
Youths, mighty and powerless, plenty but like a lame,
Joining the old elite walking the lane in shame.
Doom!
Boom! Boom!! Doom! Doom!!
The ways of them all,
Plugging our future off it existence.
Doom!
Talking but nothing has become our way,
Noises and bragging not mending the way.
Blink!
Tears of sorrow dripping like blood
Causing our leaders their vision so blurred.
Blink!
Tah! Tah!!, bullets of anguish piecing our brain,
Mental, emotional causing us pains
Blink!
Believing is releasing your soul from pains
In dungeons of life but not that of dead.
Blink!
Hold hands,
Don't fold hands,
We will soon drown.
Doom!
Sins of our leaders we paying the price
Blink!
They chained our arms and legs
But not our voice,
We will shout in one voice until up the above.
Blink!
End SAR has ended but we won't be sacked,
Not when we are suffering in sweat and in blood.
Blink!
Nothing to lose but something to gain
Let's stock our fire waiting for a the rainy day.
Blink!
✍ Patrick Ekong
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