Pained From The Womb: A Poem About Nigeria
Inspired by the meaning of my Yoruba name
Mother, the one who has forsaken me
Mother Nigeria, the feminine divine who destroys.
From when I inhabited the womb named my birthplace
I was doomed for subjugation.
Doomed for strife, doomed for damnation.
Damn you, Nigeria, Damn you for being a nation
I love.
I embody, I am part of.
There is a piercing light I see on the horizon
So beautiful, so divine.
It is a hope that The Nation gains a semblance of striking dignity
Dignity that is not day-by-day tossed out to the swine.
That light dims as it emerges.
Is crushed by cruel darkness, as it wages
War against sin.
Hopeless corruption, corrupt hopelessness.
Those who seek to see Mother fall
Relentlessly press forward, their sinister agendas.
The oil, the gas, the hapless youth
All, perversely exploited with unyielding grasp.
There is no hope, There is no doom.
Nigeria boasts of a future inextricably
Bleak.
Destruction, or grand rising.
I am but a spectator blindly waiting.
Thanks For Reading My Poem. Stay Kind And Curious My Loves ❤
