A Country of Cowards

fettered frightened multitude at our backyard, wailing in sombre sigh, waiting for beckett's “godots” multitude with talents begs their oppressor to survive, dying amidst plenty with multitudinous buried unfinished destinies, stunted by great grand fathers who by hex and vex held million in thralldom The new oppressor worse than the slave masters of yore bereft of ideas conquered able bodied myriads deceived by dinosaurs that some future belongs to them, and by turns,shameless retards, recycle themselves from North, west south. old felons fit for gallows, and the slumbering youth waiting, even at fifty with no more strength to pursue their dreams Table turned , A great giant of yesteryear now a crumbled decrepit through aeonian corruption rogues who ruled and ruined us now more relevant than a Nobel. criminals rewrite our history to fit their lenses of lies corn and national rapist, takes a new title in the vacuum of hero A country without a hero, the most peopled hub of Africa A mixture linseed and flaxseed and their youth sleep on oh sanctity! What savagery is cast upon your honour, where religion is the garb of two faced enemies Leaders as criminals Yes ALL, no hero among thieves. Desperation for power, bereft of ideas to lit up the darkness A vast exotic hub of resources , submerged by men without honour should we name names? Their conscience loud the wounds for the wealth stolen for their own children as the rest are cowered in fear, by the Police who they armed protecting them and killing others How many gloomy days is yet to come? How long will dreams be buried ? In the country of cowards as the youth whose destinies is wasted sleep on