THE EYES OF THE BLIND
It appears hope is rising somewhere today
It seems a new dawn of opportunities has arrived,
But truly it is all tantalizing mirage and allusion.
Everyone seems to believe their fables
As they drop in our palms decayed currency notes
Which purchasing powers have gone stale.
It is usually one empty promise or the other,
To fulfill is like waiting for the urine of the bird.
Our roads have become death traps,
Our waters have gone sour and poisonous,
Darkness has over powered light as we grope even at noonday
Our young men have turned terrors on our highways,
Causing mayhem and catastrophe day by day
Our young ladies now use their beautiful bodies for merchandise,
Constantly afflicting and polluting the men.
Sounds and blast of ballistic lethal put our hearts to flight,
Both day and night.
Lack of food in our bowels has caused us leanness which defies medicare.
Nothing is practically working as hopes and aspirations are dashed,
Markets have turned homes for gossips,
Hospitals now receives the highest number of lethargic guests,
Undertakers constantly smiles to the banks,
Indeed the future appears bleak and pale,
But still in the chambers of the strong and mighty,
Gold and silver are littered like toilet papers.
Nobody cares to see the ugliness of a giant weak nation,
Even when the eyes of the blind can see it.
poem by Uche ken, 05/01/2013