Painful-Thought

The painful truth about my heart My eternal abode of treasure Where feelings and thoughts brew like wine And words like a fountain flow Suddenly became dry like a desert Making screech noise like a tire that was punctured The gold in me thrown to swine And tears like blood begins to flow Painful truth about my country The land flowing with oil and brains Where crop, trees and fruits have brought gains And children like seeds are nursed Like magic they are becoming history Folly, robbery and corruption increased The more you look the less you see Darkness covers the land and the leaders glow Painful thought about the families Our first and last call for comfort Where love and bonding should first be taught And character be pummeled with wisdom A pity it is now become a farce Eroding quicker than a sandy road Mismanaged, neglected pushed back and forth Has now become a sort of trap Tears like blood mourns it's death Painful Thought about the place of worship Our eternal abode of salvation Where spirituality and pious ness resides And divine instructions emanate Shamefully becomes the den of lions It devours the innocence of the people Wallowing in dirts and controversy Making the almighty a topic of deception As the pockets and hearts of followers begins to leak @kolawole_john