Backward Never
This chilly morning in Hartford
Ensconced in the ambiance of
Freedom in God’s own country
I woke up with a start
Lost in the labyrinth of emotions
Wondering what the future
Held for my beloved country
Currently languishing and content
In her age long delusion of grandeur
When all I see in my dream Is a behemoth
Laboriously climbing a ladder
Precariously placed on the wrong
Side of her trajectory
What a tragedy of a country!
Perpetually lost in self destruction
An election to move the country forward
Has been won and lost
But the giant of Africa
Keeps looking back with nostalgia
To turn to a pillar of salt
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