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London has built another special hospital made for all Nigerian Presidents and Nobles, and future Aristocrats who will fight corruption; Since we die not in this country anymore we rather stay behind to rule as ancestors of tomorrow waiting to extort the treasured gin of the masses. You preacher of change spare us this ear breaking tale our eardrums are not at home You went to London yesterday for treatment today, we cried with empty stomach, you came back with no voice for your people, tomorrow, you will kill another dream of dregs of the society and the masses would praise you as the Messiah of honesty. You promised us one good meal a day, many children are eating thrice in the school! you promised us another light from the sky, but we saw a flammable one from the sun! you promised us one naira to one dollar, our Naira is now greater than Dollar itself! you promised us our sisters in one month, but, we only saw them in your words. Mother stipend taken to the northern barn, Father was beheaded in the northern arena, Sister's house burnt down in chaos, yet, no story was told to the Sun to hear. This is the misfortune of my land hopelessness! "Excuse! When is the change?" Mr P. Another private sin cracking the naked air, yet my people laughter echoes beyond as BBN covered the climaxed atmosphere. Hyenas, ministers of hope and fund. I know You will attend to us soon after the grave calls, I know you will hear our cries at the zone of death, We are all seated in the corner of the door Hoping in the day we will raise our voice and ask you: "How far? Where is the change promised? " Yours Poetically, ©John Chizoba Vincent.
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