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Corruption Cum Recession

Unprecedented and unannounced The sound out-hauls the band The beat of corruption much allowed Now in dual they posses the land Who should the finger now highlight The finger itself is bent and bet White in the day but black at night The unlucky hens now incur the rent Hope appears to be mirage The eyes of lake that much discharge Who then can we behold The more we shout the bold it grows Prices are at high liaising with the sky Suffering and cross but cozy for them They think of vintage and never to die Believing that good thirst will always be firm Will the villain ever remain on top And for how long will the poor ever remain a rung The druse and lump are yet to slump And the bliss of men is yet a song How much more the afloating suppression The tongue yet bridled The voices silenced with cohesion And When would impartiality ever be rekindled The country is at quake But the top is never at stake Always rewarded for nothing but hooting And never remanded for logging and looting The world is round And the earth is ground What will the generation say And who will the repercussion spare Corruption Or recession In whom can we locate solution To safeguard our dear generation You have your own role I have my own role Endeavour to play your own part In order to make an impact. ©Izunna Okafor 2017 Writer; poet, essayist, novelist, publicist, columnist, journalist and Igbo Language Activist. 08163938812

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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