Jailed In An Uncompleted Building
Hunger pangs shoving us,
Screaming jail: bandists' verdict.
They have stolen our bail bonds;
None to set us free.
Convicted in Kankara,
Jailed in Kagara by the bandits,
Hammering our innocence away.
We look to the cactus for a respite;
Not even the rocky hills could lend
A pitying glance our way.
So fiendish are the paths that carpet the thick forest.
Streams we passed chorused in lullabies,
Drawn from plated epitaphs.
Chefs from a sacred tribe
Hold forth in all facets of country.
Their cooked broths choking us to death:
That man and country all clamped in jail,
Face to face facing each other's folly,
In this uncompleted building now our jail.
To think of coming out of water with fire on our backs,
Will it be extinguished by colonial chefs
Who flagged off this uncompleted building?
(C) All Rights Reserved. Poem Submitted on 02/18/2021
Poet's note: We are all victims of corruption and insecurity: banditry, kidnapping, terrorism, corruption. Obviously, we didn't get it right in governance ab initio.
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