A woman drops down from a jeep, runs mad
A crowd gathers and laughs, labels her bad
Past the red light an unknown jeep drives
Nobody is around to question or even ask why
Bamboozled with horror, from social media blitz.
My psyche staggers at the cliff, my mind shot to bits.
Good news is bad news when told from Nigeria
2000 years later and we are still fighting malaria
The country staggers, down on her feet
The president is away, somewhere he squats cleaning a white man's seat
He might be dressed in white, covered in a caftan
He comes and goes like raining season nay harmattan
The weak leave things to God, surrender all to religion
Hope is spread thin, flat, unable to accommodate the extra clamoring to join
From frying pan to social media fire
Bad press is good press, where no press is required
The world we know is no more as we know
Slay kings, slay queens but no dragons to behold
Government assassin's roaming wild dressed in black
Following orders from their Sirs(SARS), programmed for attack
Won't this madness never end I ask
Merely existing without fear, is but no simple task
The nation is hot like Iya Mora pot of stew
No place is safe, even churches and mosque has a bloody view
Don't let the rich fool you
The elders have nothing to tell us that is new
If you can't beat them, you are a fool thinking you can join them
This is a tree withered from the root up to its stem
Upside down we stand
A mile away from God's own hand
The heaven looks down and silently she weeps
Lord, how long must we bear this shame, the son internally bleeds
Kingdavid Chinaeke Ofunne
Authorpreneur
www.ofunneceo.blogspot.com
A crowd gathers and laughs, labels her bad
Past the red light an unknown jeep drives
Nobody is around to question or even ask why
Bamboozled with horror, from social media blitz.
My psyche staggers at the cliff, my mind shot to bits.
Good news is bad news when told from Nigeria
2000 years later and we are still fighting malaria
The country staggers, down on her feet
The president is away, somewhere he squats cleaning a white man's seat
He might be dressed in white, covered in a caftan
He comes and goes like raining season nay harmattan
The weak leave things to God, surrender all to religion
Hope is spread thin, flat, unable to accommodate the extra clamoring to join
From frying pan to social media fire
Bad press is good press, where no press is required
The world we know is no more as we know
Slay kings, slay queens but no dragons to behold
Government assassin's roaming wild dressed in black
Following orders from their Sirs(SARS), programmed for attack
Won't this madness never end I ask
Merely existing without fear, is but no simple task
The nation is hot like Iya Mora pot of stew
No place is safe, even churches and mosque has a bloody view
Don't let the rich fool you
The elders have nothing to tell us that is new
If you can't beat them, you are a fool thinking you can join them
This is a tree withered from the root up to its stem
Upside down we stand
A mile away from God's own hand
The heaven looks down and silently she weeps
Lord, how long must we bear this shame, the son internally bleeds
Kingdavid Chinaeke Ofunne
Authorpreneur
www.ofunneceo.blogspot.com
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