In This Season of Recession, Who Prays for Nigeria? Maybe the Dead?

 

In this season of recessions,
Who gives it a brake to pray
For the land of ample possessions? 
Who gives her shade from stormy rain?

I went to the aged 
To ask why raged; 
Alas! She broke in tears 
And the land she hunts to tear.

Baffled, flinched I in wonders
Yet she sighs and makes me ponder
Perhaps she has the story 
That made the land gory.

Like fire flames she looms;
Fiercely on the land she spells dooms. 
Absorbed, long I perhaps tells she the tale; 

Why the land were pale.

Like a programmed robot she tells it! 
In a free - flowing throat;

She yelled;
‘O! I pray when death flits!

I pray the land ever moans
Long as land sits!

What a resolution! I marveled. 
She's by tough gloom saddled 
Plain, she retires soon in hopes 
She sighs despair and ceaselessly mopes.

"I live a paragon of penury!" She's proud! 
"Here in my palace is the crowd 
That inherit my rubies and wealth 
Perhaps, on the land I bestow health".

I went to the youth 
To ask why mute 
He droop in dulling eyes 
Says hunger mounts high.

In this season of recession 
Who seeks ample possession? 
He says: belly seeks possession. 
Who prays for the country? 
He says: graced belly leads the session.

In this season of recession, 
Food lacks and belly breaks. 
What heals the system tension? 
He says: life dies when food brakes.

I went to the dead 
To ask who prays for the country 
Say: dead's prayer is more a dread. 
Perhaps were angry with the country? 
Say: the land gave restless souls 
So, no soul to moan 
The land's death 
Perhaps the unborn come with health.

I went to the unborn 
To ask why waiting the more, 
Say: pathway heaves with thorns 
Perhaps when food put in store 
We shall come for the land's health. 
Who prays for the country? 
Say: graced belly possesses the breath; 
Most neighbour to the pantry.

 

 

 

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