a poem by Olomolehin John, Nigeria

Dear returnee,
our land is still blessedly full
of milk and honey
ferried to the bossoms of just few

Here, the rich can purchase
all the existing banks
just to barricade the poor he detests
from an access to loan

Here, a quick-tempered man
may acquire many breakable utensils
solely to increase his smashes
in anoda outburst of anger

This is where office duties are piled
and hung on a sickman in coma
amidst his capable surbodinates

Strange things happen here
only the hold of time and prayers
have kept us from falling apart

Top Viewed City Poems & Top Viewed Sad, Grief, Sympathy, Broken Heart Poems

Other poems from Olomolehin John, Nigeria

If you like this poem, post a message below to the poet!


Viewed 1166 times

VoicesNet Likes