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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Down here, is an abysmally dead world! The sun shines at night while the moon Illunates the busy day Plane run on railway tracks and let the Train fly up there in the sky Ship have taken over the road and allows the vehicles to sail on oceans. Our soldiers returned home joyfully and send their wives to the war front, While they breast feed the babies at home. People die of hunger seated before a banquet A flower planted by the riverside die of drought. Out there, you do not dodge potholes, you only choose the one to enter. Down here, water stick between our teeth, Fishes run helter skelter into the forest, The mountain minted into water as the streams flow into the deserts in horror; And rivers rise above the skies for safety. Stars descend to the grassland for cow's milk The heavens are rented by the wild beast of underground. To see a man of reputation here is like looking for a virgin lady in a brothel. On this land Mother taught us how to smile sitting beside a corpse, How to cry when we see a man succeeding; How to giggle watching the hell fall on us fiercely. Watching here like a dry tongue looking like shadows from old men, Looking like a garage filled by slippers. This land died yesterday This land never gave us shards of new beginning, She died leaving a quatrain walked out of it body, It died owning wounds in our heart... The day Nigeria died was the day we littered the skies with accusation fingers blaming the government of every fly that crossed our path. She made our joy dissolved into shreds of sorrow. Lack. Pains. Calamities! When you see a child sing in the fireplace, he either sing of his lost mother or father or his only palm fruit. Nigeria died in our hands and knees Spelling this spit of fire from my sister's lip, the beneficient knowledge of dead show how illusion killed many of us. The day Nigeria died, she died in our palms crying of her lost prestige. Oh! A country of glee! Oh mother land! Oh father land! We'll sing no more dirge at your grave Those flowers shall we gather home We've failed you and killed you looking at each other eyes to find the culprits. Go well till we make you better by 2019. Yours Poetically, ©John Chizoba Vincent
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