Harry Biosah Poet Prose Poetry

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 defense
But remain defenseless:
Consistently and continually defaced, clobbered 
By Boko Haram, kidnappers and masquerading  kirkmen

As we speak,
We have rivers
But remain immutably 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.....

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