As We Speak

As we speak, My children and I are famished Our fireplace is cold Our pots are empty It is may, but it feels like December Our thatched roof is covered with mud And our barns ravaged by corruption Our ears, cranium are saturated with pledges But we thirst for truth As we speak, We see blaring, blazing sun but no light The moon, stars dangle over our head But all we see is shadows, darkness We have minister of power But remain powerless We have a labor minister but remain redundant We have teachers but no experience We have armed forces, no security We have minister of defence But remain defenceless: Consistently and continually defaced, clobbered By Boko Haram, kidnappers and masquerading kirkmen As we speak, We have rivers But remain immutably, irritrievably thirsty, Wash our dirty linen with spittle; While we await A prophetic proclamation To liberate us from decades of decadence and oppression As we speak, We have laws but lack equity We have brothers but no curators We have brain but lack logic We have power, no knowledge As we speak, The more we think, ponder The less we evolve The more we project and visualize The less we discern As we speak.....