Onu Kamsiyochukwu
Sometimes it seems like it’s imploding
The dim light of hope
Encircled by figureheads with avaricious venoms.
The dripping from the excruciating gash
The invisible scar from the laceration.
Sometimes it seems like it’s imploding.
Empty promises yet to be fulfilled
An assembly for the youth filled with gray heads.
Future leaders with promises they are yet to deny
When shall our rights be restored?
The ravaged children of my motherland cries.
Sometimes it seems like it’s imploding.
The aimlessness of these endless times
The hopeless dreams now-turned madness
Sometimes it feels like it’s imploding.
But the dim light of hope keeps shining.
Onu Kamsiyochukwu Christiana is a student of English and Literary Studies, UNN.