Abonyi Hyginus Ebuka Poet Personification

The Oppresor

You frightening firmly plaza
The city well known threatening monster 
The known high cost selling plaza 
The cry of the poor masses,

You subject them to wear tartared clothes,
To eat, on rainy morning you will see them peasant,
Drenched in their robes, with hoe fitted on their shoulders,
On the scorching sunny day they worked for you, yet no reward they get, 

You are the Leviathan, the beast
You come like in human clothing still a monster,
You make still-born promises, to deceive and delude,
You take what does not belong to you, 

You play injustice and calls it justice,
You trick the people to believe that you are for then,
You the taker of the voiceless joy
The misery of the people 

The persecutor of the nation 
 The bad government of our state 
When we remember you our hearts flee to exile 
The chaos, the turmoil and violence of our provinces, 

Tell me!
When will we wear sleeves? 
When shall we sleep and wake up in peace? 
What have we done to you?

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