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This is Nigeria, most people want an escape
Either way, it comes, even if it is in a tape
Everyone wants to be that hero in a cape
Our dignity every time they openly rape
Leaving us to hang out dry, utterly out of shape
They hoard palliative, even ordinary grape
Are others lesser human than them? Perhaps ape?
They are playing us a movie script on videotape
We are even watching a rerun on a landscape
It's funny how less they think of us
Zero regards for human lives
Labour of heroes past lost in transit
They are not about leaving any legacy
Nation building they say, such fallacy
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Thank you for your time.
My pen doesn't bleed, it speaks, with speed and ease.
Still me,
My tongue is like the pen of a ready writer.
Olawalium; (Love's chemical content, in human form). Take a dose today: doctor's order.
I cannot imagine living in this situation. I do not wish to live in one either but I hope that someday, a solution will come.
As I said in my previous comment, I would prefer to have a poem that is not entirely written in bold.