The transition we seek, we will never find,
If all we do is leave a stone behind.
Change we say we deserve,
But truly is anyone willing to serve?
Their cabals: like a game of chess, a maroczy bind.
A great nation we often dream about,
But with tribalism, disunity and corruption we just can't achieve.
The youths are tomorrow's leaders, in them the nation still doubt.
No victor no vanquish, after the war our brothers still grieve.
This change of which I speak,
Doesn't come simply by swapping an umbrella for a bunch of broom.
But someday shall come when the aggrieved to the red sea shall stretch forth her stick.
And when she does, the nation shall boom...
And just like the Israelites, she shall be free from her doom.
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NEKU'S TALE
PoetryA Poetry Collection of Egbune Olise which also features poems written in the Nigerian Pidgin-English language.
