Sorry, I have been away for some time but i guess it never too late to be back. I just did this poem. Decided to post it here to see how many of us will derive a meaning from it. Read and please tell me what you think……….Cheers

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THE PROTEST

“Where is your sense of pride” we yelled,
“How do you sleep in your gold beds, knowing we rot in penury?”
“Do you not hear these cries when you close your eyes?”
“Will you not at least attempt to wipe our ferocious tears?”

You have driven us nuts
And led us to flames!
“How long will you deprive us of our mother’s breast milk?”
Our cities and villages smell of blood of our innocent brethren
Yet, you have turned your back to repentance.

Abused, Plundered and disinherited,
Still, we occupy these streets in protest,
The few who speak must be heard,
“Call no land free, until its rescued from the clutches of corruption,
“Call no man a leader, who crushes his followers,
We must unite in this fight,
Until our nation is rebuilt in the dreams of her heroes!

Onyekaba N. charles (Author of the books: Swinging Emotions And Shadow of Truth)