ORIGINAL: poems

Politics

Like the burning fire,
Gnashing,terror , sorrow,
The rain drops from the teary cloud.

Our logo,
The beautiful creature
Lifeless on the pathway,
In the roofed building,
Chaos,
The order of the day,
The promises,
When they once ruled,
Unfulfilled,
Broken ,
Unkept.

Our redemption in our hands,
Indecisive , indecision,
Confused,
Our unsettled spirit,
Good or bad?
Those promises,
Like an unanswered prayer,
Proclaimed by Adam.

A new tenure,
A vacant seat ,
The air filled with,
Sorrow, indifference,
Uncertainty, hope,
Faith ,
our future before us ,
Our fate,
Should we rise?.
A food for thought,
It was our season ,
The season of hope ,
We rallied ,
With hope and faith for a new regime ,
That hope vanished into thin air ,
But we still shout for eternal peace.

@chayomie

Analysis:

This poem is based on the political instability, of our country the need to rise and take back what's ours , we should team up and fight back for the good of our nation, for the progress of our country,we are the dictators in Nigeria we,citizens have the right to speak, we speak and dictate through our votes, we've all suffered for the past eight years ....... we need to rise ......... we need to stand firm .......we need to stand as one Nigeria!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!.
United!!!!......

I would have published this before the Election Day, but something happened.... we have to rise ...

@chayomie