A Place Called Tomorrow

There is a place called tomorrow Where this set of politicians Who claim we elected them Will all be gone Even the last trace of their names Will be no more. No need naming names Or pointing fingers at them You and I know them well. In that place called tomorrow, Even their distant seeds that dare Shall whisper those names in fear. There, our government will be Occupied by those we actually chose To represent our interest as a people Not marionettes brought forward by any party. A government that will clearly Define our economic system And regulate it with sound policies. There is a place called tomorrow Where every Nigerian life Will be held sacred as it should be. Where there will be Dignity of labour and No man will be enslaved again Where all the hinterlands Will be linked to the heartlands With love and respect For man and the environment. In that place called tomorrow, Our enterprises and agencies Shall wear a human face Not bureaucratised in Bureaucratic bureaucratese So that resources can be explored Rather than exploited For commerce to thrive. There is a place called tomorrow A place where we will look At the children’s faces and see Joy, laughter, beauty and innocence. Not pain, hunger and criminality. Where everyone will be His brother’s keep So that together we may conquer Insecurity or the fear of it. In that place call tomorrow, Families shall gather together again To eat breakfast and/or dinner. I desire so much that day when We all would have realized that We were first humans Before we belonged to any tribe Or religion Before we attained any status We were first humans. So everyone will be respect For who they are And not necessarily what they are. In deed there is A place called tomorrow Where all we desire will be Yet it is in us fight To make that tomorrow be.