Though some trees still bear green leaves,

We still cried and fasted for change; and we received our change,

Hunger striking like a thief during day and night.

We’ve become prisoners befriending shackles and fetters of poverty.

The hellish jail now our paradise, thick darkness; our shadow.

Our bones have swallowed our flesh.

Oceans of garri, inside our veins.

During the reign of thick darkness, everywhere has clear as crystal.

We watch silently in pains and sorrows as the hungry diseases devours,

We hear the dead mocking and taunting us.

Water playing games with our dry tongue,

Children sleeping during the day.

We were dead, but we weren’t dead.

Our guards guarding our fiery foes,

Our watchmen vaulting our valuables,

The busy roads awaiting to hurt black rubbers but hasn’t felt one.

They said we have freedom, our freedom leading to our bondage.

By: DAVISTEE INNOVATIONS