Atere Isaac Ojo Poet Free verse

We Are Victims

We are victims
Tied with  common fetters 
Loosed in thoughts of varied choices and desires
Loosely searching to make ends meet:
The meeting at this spot,
Either to go or stay, is a choice.

We are victims
Of the policies of pain
Emitted to drive us crazy, 
We are on the street , though not crazy.
Destroying our common patrimony. 
In futility, our sweat squeezed and 
Mixed with our hot blood,
Spilled on the street’
The rampage against the policies that police our lives.

We are victims 
Caught in the web 
Of a cruel nation
Piloted by scoundrels
The apostles of destruction
Who roused our emotions,
Taking the only broken cup 
Left for us to scoop 
The dirty water in the pond:
The beggar’s choice!
Out of pain, we have  heaped mud 
To cover the pond.
 
Yes, we are victims.
Our pain boldly inscribed on our skin
Our  thick skin, the archive of servitude .
And every effort to initiate freedom,
The beginning of futility.
  
We are  pushed to the wall,
The dog must bark.
While it barks, 
Its kennel is sacred.
Let us not destroy each other, our lots and more.
Let us not engage the street to loot, 
Though we remonstrate ,
Let’s not pull down our commonwealth,
The acreages of government,
They belong to us.
We are victims of a beautiful nation stressed with stench politicking.

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