Rootless Land

Tufiakwa! That land suck! I can't spend my next life here Where women birth in joy and Grasses sprout out not when cut. Blood meets where two love lines are drawn, freedom, which is life, is ceased. Has Nigerians a god at all? Tell the gods I can't come back here again, My Chi can take me else where not here. This is cursed and homeless land bleeding excitedly.They have made the masses famished and the land itself is hungry of tomorrow, it uses tears as subtitude for laughter. That land sucks and I can't remain here, Tomorrow we shall be meeting the gods in heaven where the stars are clothed to remove us from here least we perish and rot. There is mirror in front of this land and no one is watching. (C) John Chizoba Vincent Voice Of Vincent 2016