Our women, our pride!
Sloughing effulgence, for years they've cried.
How time and lack devour beauty.
The joy of motherhood, sweet nativity.
Bore a witch hunter that repays with a boo,
Cubbed the earthworm and night crow too.
Made to dance for the masquerade at the market square liming crime.
The chief that swindles once, twice and the umpteenth time.
The young longs for already cooked cocoa yam,
Sold dignity a long time ago so that now they get a zillion spam.
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Soiled
PoetryWe know what our leaders are. The question is do we know ourselves? We lack the courage to stand up to the bad governance so we pour our anguish on fellow citizens who might have been caught in an act you found yourself in just yesterday.
