

Nigeria is bleading
Ifeanyi Cajetan Ezika@ifeanyicajetanezika937613
3 months ago
I slept over a decade, and woke up in jubilees of sorrows.
Innocent farmers that till the earth,
Harvest death, and a future of dearth on a moon day and night,
I glance through the future, though shallow,
The past is an unbelievable memory of pain,
The present is unbearable dilemma of graves.
I saw children's laughter silenced, dreams unborn,
As terrorism's darkness claims another torn, my dream, school and worship place gone,
I clash in my anxiety,
Echoes of fear and subsistence.
Must we be defined by fear?
Must we rise, and wipe away our tears of sorrow and anguish?
Are we no longer the children of light?
We are the initiators of good memories, shining bright,
We are the hopeful farmers, sowing seeds of peace,
Nurturing a present and future, where love and justice increase.
We are the voice of the voiceless, the strength of the weak,
The guardians of our land, where freedom's spirit speaks.
We will not be refugees in our own land,
For this is our home, our heart, our stand.
We own the land of peace,
where love and hope reside,
Where every farmer can farm,
Where every religion can preach,
Where every child can grow, and every dream can thrive.
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