My Muse Got Me Thinking

When would this country be well again? When would Nigeria be good again? Who is against us or for us here in Nigeria? When would our democracy speak for us? When would you and me learn not to trust? My Muse got me thinking under the rain. I like crying under the rain in this country So that no one sees my bitter tears in flight. They made us who we are yet, they blame us. Is there no Moses among Nigerian leaders? Is there no Debora among us here in the land? Is there nobody like Joshua among our countrymen? Are you sure that we are in a democratic system of government in this sinful land? Where is the alleged eight hundred billion dollars embezzled in the space of Eight years; eight years of shinning white teeth by the same people? Is there anyone like Joseph in this lost Country? Poets, are you writing for this corruption or for love? Wole, Gabriel, Ken, Chris, Chinue, and femi, all did It when the military government was a terror to them in their land. We can do it better than them all, my beloved poets. Man up! man up writing is not for the weak brains! Let's create a conducive atmosphere for us all, If you don't do it, your children will suffer it, man up. My Muse got me thinking in the dark Of the fifty thousand workers sacked at Abuja. The Chibok girls they deceived us with, The Boko harem they kill us with everyday. What are you writing about, love or Corruption? Man up poets in Nigeria, let's take terrories! We can make it to the promise land, remember we are bigger than the government itself. (C) John Chizoba Vincent All Right Reserved 2016