Hello Everyone,
It's your brother here again.
WHEN THE LAND CRIES! By Nucleus
I'm a land
with all the best a land can have
I'm a great mother with millions of children
I use to be happy
until my husband sold me to a stranger for a peanut
I couldn't watch after my children anymore
my husband turned me to a tree of sorrow
he made me curse the sun for shining upon me
he made me regret observing the moon
my wicked husband sold my sons to slavery
my wicked husband explored me without value
my wicked husband made me watch my kids suffer
I'm now use to crying while above fifty
now my grandchildren are grown
who will empower them?
who will feed them?
who will fight for them?
and my wicked husband refuse to die
but who is my wicked husband?
do i know him?
yes i do, my wicked husband is called bad governance by my people
now who can fight my wicked husband?
who will fight my wicked husband?
who will save my grandchildren's future?
who will save me?
I am Nigeria!
Thanks readers!
kindly...................................UPVOTE COMMENT and RESTEEM!
Bye for now!
Wow this is really nice and heart touching... Thumbs up tezzmax
Thanks boss
Another good one
Keep it up
Thanks bro
Nice one this is wonderful
Thanks brother
This is touching, it made me feel sad. What a wonderful post @tezzmax
Hmm, sad? But am crying here. Who will fight for us?
We have to fight for ourselves, the youths, the upcoming leaders
Who are the upcoming leaders? when will they get there?
I really love your post very nice..
Thanks ma'am
Nice #creativewriting
Thanks boss
Nice piece
Great poem @tezzmax.
Thanks boss
Your post is an eye opener. Bad governance is everywhere and it is a sad reality why third world countries stay the same decade after decade.
Yes ma'am, but still don't see her future bright. I mean the third world.