When our home footprints fade away from the golden sands of time.
It leaves us with nothing, but the rot shackles of slavery stuck to our wrists, every day.
Our culture is a soft silk.
We long to gasp.
Our future fades into the little light we cannot grasp.
We live in a world where the voice of news screech in every blink.
You kill goats and cows and import their meat and milk.
Why would you kill what saves our climate from destruction?
In the name of poverty, hunger, and greed,
You self-destruct your nation.
We love to complain about our gains,
But no one explains how we solve this disdain.
Here we are, there we go again,
Cutting trees, burning trees to building expensive estates.
Everyone wants a big house in the city, forgetting our main domain,
Isn't this insane?
It's no doubt that the stomach of every beast is full of scars,
And every human is a beast representing stars.
Then, tell me, who is the moon
When no one will play the fool?
Would you?
You whom the cow gave its excrete as fertilizer
You, whom the cow gave its sore nipples an aquifer
You, whom the cow gave its skin as hides,
You who ate its hides as kpomo,
In all its thickness and lights.
You who rear the cows till they get bony and dry.
You who watch it sick till it breaks like an empty brick.
Its red blood sinks into the soil and becomes dust.
You don't lose at any cost.
Who says serving Nigeria is not by force?
Now, how can we tag the stamp of leadership on the moon we distrust?
We live in a world where the voice of news screech in every moment.
Millions of dollars being burnt would be more newsworthy than a hundred trees or animals being burnt.
We live in a world where everyone wants to win and gain
Have a say, and find a way, without going through pain.
To erase this poverty, we eat and excrete and become the bloody-greedy beast.
With nothing in mind but elastic bellies to win and feast.
To fill and excrete.
Making Mother Earth suffer
We consume plants and animals, making them a little fewer
And humanity grows bigger and greedier.
Then who didn't see this too?
Would you?
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Home Is Freedom (An African Poetry)
PoésieWe express poetry in various forms, yet always communicate its message distinctively, sometimes with a beat or without a rhyme. However, some of the most intensely expressive poetry is highly descriptive and uses language that creates images and fee...
