PRISONERS

Prisoners, we are all prisoners:
in a land where corruption is president,
and wickedness is its vice,
where poverty is the speaker of the house.
We all suspect each other,
unless otherwise proven, all are labelled as dissidents,
where the sick and fallen are buried before they arise,
where frustrations give aspirations a cold douse.

Prisoners, we are prisoners in a cage.
The free remain free, the bound are bound,
and the rich, with their wealth oppress the poor.
Where anger and frustration mix – violence results.
we are prisoners in the millenium age,
our true independence is lost and unfound,
for each new day is no better than the one before.
The most innocent man is he who finds the most fault.

We are all prisoners, we’re bound to ourselves,
the spirit of brotherhood is gone and forgotten,
divided by religion, divided by tribe
each one is filled with “I, my family and friends”.
We are in prison, our nation’s glory is on the shelf
and the few good seeds of hope are dead and rotten
– an end of what our forefathers labored to begin.

Oh Nigeria, Oh Nigeria, my beloved Nigeria
one thing – and this is my earnest prayer,
that God have mercy and seet you free.

by John “The Beloved” Ajewole
November 21, 2002

NOTE:
FOR THOSE WHOSE THOUGHTS GO TOO FAR,
NO PART OF THE ABOVE IS AGAINST OUR BELOVED GOVERNMENT.

OJ

Ayotokunbo Ajewole, an engineer, an avid writer, and blogger (a.k.a OmoJesus)

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