I write this laying on my sickbed,
In the darkness of the midnight hour,
Guided by my pale white eyes
And an itty-bitty ray from my phone.
My heart cries in odium despair
And I Alone do not swim in this boat,
A chain of sorrow rows us abyss –
Sunken deep blue sea staring afloat.
We failed ourselves as a nation,
Hoax into voting for change
And aye! Having had a Goodluck turn bad,
We were headlong over a visionless change.
Five years gone and everything has gone wrong, again,
Alas! His change totes sorrow’s company,
His cohorts and leaders lavishing our wealth, yet,
Impervious to our pains, tears, and pleas.
Finally! The youths have risen,
Against the failed system that called us lazy,
Police brutality, extortion, deaths and more having claimed innocent lives.
How can we a nation fear the outfit meant to protect us?
5 for 5 we now demand, and march
The streets in halcyon equalized protest,
Alack! Unarmed citizens manned and dehumanized by the police –
The brutality we walk against is dished back to us,
And he who promised change stares in mocking silence.
I’m tired again and again,
And so are the people, masses woven in wretchedness
Turns to God for hope that never comes,
For our leaders to bring such hope; mocks our very core.
Our lives matter but they do not care,
They tread on us, how would they fear?
But Alas! The monsters you made
Have come back to hunt you,
For oppression isn’t ended by silence,
Rather, the outwardness of spoken violence.
(Being they pay us deaf ears and taken for joke)
I fear this protest worsening to an unrest
Yet, an angst I obscurely yearn,
And if this poem be what spurs us on, then so be it
For then, the true democracy we yearn shall truly come to be.