The drums of war beats steadily

Restlessly,  youth with hunger, anger and frustration

Glaring as death; armed, looting and killing,

treads the roads carelessly, towards ending it all.

The streets; violent, unsecured ruled without laws,

Elders speak low but sighs more.

Sages cowed, bowed, fear to voice words of hope.

Words of succour evades the priests

As the love, unity, peace, security and hope, we all once shared

Were being murdered in the street.

Change and hope, we all suffered for

Now a bowl of grit to eat, even on the floor

Many prayed and serve for,

Slaved many a month, without wage

Yet, the haves trot the globe

In search of hope away from home.

Peace we begged for, to live and hope for tomorrow

Tomorrow, filled with hope that comes with change

Security that begets peace and encourage development

Hope of a greater tomorrow

Alas! Hunger, strives and brigandage

With high dose of fear and dashes of  insecurity

We inherit; pains and weeping enduring,

Through the fears of the nights

And the scary days of looting, hunger and, then, even more fear

As the changes we thought wrought

Watches idly, as crime and lack enslaves the land

Don Michael Olalekan Adeniji

Mar 15, 2016

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