MANTLE OF HARDSHIP

Everyday in my country
tussle for power is a devotion,
old men driven by greed mono-
polizes leadership post. Alas! bring
forth nothing but mantle of hardship.

Everyday we hear news of
how home turns to graveyard
overnight. Yet, we care less about
what a mother feels; losing all her
family members in a night.

Everyday our youth's coarse
manners are subject of questioning,
children who has forsaken God for
quick riches, dashing towards the
lane of peril.

Everyday in my city, shameless
men physically assault wives,
frustrated being on rampage.
Stressed street with strict rules.
Bedraggled land of moribund hope.

It is crystal clear our guidance
angel is lying dormant. I'd rather
become a vagabond in another
man's land than rot in this land
that reeks of blood and grenades.

I cannot see to the eyes of the
pictures anymore. Let me leave
to where I can sleep with my two
eyes closed. To where the path
seems right and blissful.

Adekunle Baq're Abdulhakeem
©May, 2018. All rights reserved

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