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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required The nuts had been cracked, all nuggetting towards the street, Many women are seen fighting in the market place, 1983 history repeating itself in a bloody combat. All the alliances loosed at the sighting sight of a Buharified disposition in an unprepared change. Poverty and unemployment as graduates' license, Hunger raping the stomach of many masses publicly. Negro Senators shot blanket eyes at fellows, Ground prepared as a battlefield for bulleted words; Alas! Nigeria is naked and no clothes to cover her. Black innocent blood drizzles like dews in morning, Avengers here whilst the Bokos slice souls like yam! Alas! We're buharified in a buharificated change, Our fearful eyes osibanated with a yemified tears At the decorated mad country painted by our elders. Toh! Another woman beheaded by the cows, raze racism aflamed in religious secular circles, Another macsare at the food basket of the nation. Lol! Butchered atmosphere hurriedly claiming the sense of many who claimed to have dined with God. Nigeria has gone mad again, 1983 repeating itself! Have you forgotten about our father's prophecy? Have you forgotten Fela with his cow on suits? I have seen a woman whose garment is rot of rags Dancing in the street whilst her children watched joyfully cuddling deceit in their old sack! The weight in her wait weigh more than insanity! In high climax, her breath is stifled in suspense. The thorns have been planted in every lips to close, We are buried in a living silence by the righteous leaders; alas! No more farmers but famine here. The oil has gone bankrupt with the representaTHIEVEs fonding lies with old lyrics, Corruption dinning at every corner of the street; Oh! We're buharified with a buharificated change While sultry sand mock our feet at the sight of the youths suffer and die silently in their tens. Boom! Boom!! Boom!! We hear every day as if we are in the military regime, truly we're buharified. (C) John Chizoba Vincent Voice Of Vincent 2016
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