Friday, 7 March 2014

I can't see

I cant see,
I have been blinded,
I cant see,
I have been robbed of my sight,
I cant see,                              
I have been served with darkness.                              
                       
I can hear though,
I can hear the last cries of the children before they die from the very metal that should protect them
I can hear the anger from the man who was just robbed of his last coins from the very man that should protect him
I can hear the fear in the voices of the young graduates posted to lands known for haram instead of halal
I can hear the anguish from the man that lost his wife and unborn child to the very place supposedly known for healing

I can feel too
I can feel the agony and pain of those whose families take a trip(by air/road) and end up in heaven
I can feel the depression of the aged who  have to fight for their retirement funds
I can feel the annoyance of the labourforce as their taxes has reduced their standard of living

I cant see,
The veil of bloodshed blinds me,
I cant see,
PHCN has robbed me of my sight,
I cant see,
All other means of replacing PHCN has kept me in darkness.

I cant speak
I have lost my voice from screaming
Is it the constant noise from the generators that stop you from hearing me?
I cant speak,
My saliva has gone dry
I cant speak
The fear of loosing my tongue

Though i am handicaped,
I feel the need to make a change
Me and 1000s more,
But what do we do,
Short of wiping out a certain generation of greed,
Short of singing the anthem of exile in one voice,
If this be the solution, then comes the question,
Might there be a seed planted in the generation of the new, that carries likness from the greedy?
What is the average Nigeria dream?
For without the dream, what are we moving towards.






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