Rapture
RAPTURE
Let the rain fall from the river of drought
Give the blind glasses to walk
Tame the povertarian with manifestoes
What a way my country politician have traveled
Did you remember the congo of the belly
The much we pay to sustain our breath
Fighting always to win with pride we lost
I lost hope we had a legacy
How many more will travel beyond
To reconcile our long grudge with nature
I guessed we are long due for freedom
What are they called ,the bastards that held our neck to thirst
punishing our innocent intestine for a sin that even our spine is not aware of
If taking it by tent pitching is the answer
I will prefer that which will tear cloths of dominance
Pour on our streets the water from the hunters socket
The devil that allows satan to go on vacation they are
My fingers cannot be tell lies , especially when naira is more scarce than pounds
Tell the survivors not to play to the gallery as nemesis is a season
Rushing like the wings of trumpet to blow away the worries of the sun city citizens
Copyright © Samuel Emmanuel | Year Posted 2016
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