poem

The cloud forms in disunity,

Lightning flashes her disappointment

Thunderstorms, screaming its anger

Time spirals into chaos

As the clock runs helter-skelter

Chances to seek opportunities

For grace is insufficient for her

Her blessings are cursed and rottened

Flies perch upon the abomination

The whirlwind has swept h

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Her children lost their purpose before conception

Children birthing elders,

Age flies out of maturity without feathers

She's fed of the rottenness of her crops

Thirsty for the dryness of every raindrop

She has become healthy in sickness

Her cure and medication are found in backwardness

Her blood polluted with chemicals

She has lost all her cells, even her vesicles

Wickedness revealed to her by those meant to teach her

morals.

..

Veggies and lies are for breakfast,

As she dine with parasites and locusts

Her judges swear and curse justice

Promoting the sinners and the accomplices

Strangers have become her true inhabitants

Lo, her indigenes have fled to strange lands

Enmity now begot her hearts toward her own

And she give abundance of life to murder

Her trees hold no fruit

Her branches no longer depend on their roots.

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She have become wanderers among nations,

An embarrassment among nations

The desires of her seeds are chaff

The wisdom of her old men is daft

Her youth fornicates with vanities, not progress

And her men fashion not in khaki but in maidens’ dress

She feast day and night, lavishing her wealth down the

drain

Turning the faces of her mothers into memes

Her horses are weak in strength

O apostasy, her demons were once saints.

..Her plagues are as many as the sand,

Her children have become her own judas

And her peace, evil days have demanded

Her infants have lost their breast

Her milk, now contaminated, is no longer blessed

In disobedience, her mothers have lost their infants

In her home, she nature’s new occupants

Her eyes drown in tears

For the night has become blurred

She has become wretched due to servitude.

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Toiling day and night upon her barren land

Her home is lost in nothingness

Her glorious choir murmurs all day

Her streets are filled with particles of agony,

As her youth riot to and fro just to be heard

For emancipation, they wrestle hard

Yet even in their tragedy, they are burdened with

tribulations

Their cries echo through the tunnels of time,

Their hearts bleed from the gunshots of betrayal

For she's clothe in the garment of lamentations.

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Her hospitals lack treatment

Her schools offer no education

Her banks steal from the poor,

And still, her vault holds no dime

The moon no longer shines upon her,

For her stage is ruined

And her audience is long gone

Her clock ticks backward in tock-tick

She stands guilty of wickedness

Her reproach is affliction

Her dreams are no longer dreams,

But nightmares that torment her soul

And no peace does she find to ease the tragedy

All her minors have become majors,

And she sluggishly lags behind

Her children clothed in bitterness

Her complexion, vanishing like vapour,

No eyes, whether in lust or in love, could behold

For her beauty is decayed

Masked in mascara and foundation..

..

Her dreams are no longer dreams,

But nightmares that torment her soul

And no peace does she find to ease the tragedy

All her minors have become majors,

And she sluggishly lags behind

Her children clothed in bitterness

Her complexion, vanishing like vapour,

No eyes, whether in lust or in love, could behold

For her beauty is decayed

Masked in mascara and foundation

..

My lips are sealed with silence, for the things my eyes

beheld

Anger and pain upon my spirit were kindled

My feet were cold from the intense heat of the land

In pain, I grumbled, like a woman in labour

Tears standing at the doors of my eyes

I watched the strong plead for strength

While the weak embarked on a journey to suicide

Rhetorically, I ponder, O woman, where is thy pride?

Lo, I saw my people lament in great misery both the rich

and the poor,

Though their cries and screams were never heard.