My Dreamed Country

Remember the time we walked

the path of river without an

atom of fear dancing on the 

floor of our hearts, that we 

might not return home with water.

remember the time our fathers

would harvest their crops and 

laid them down alongside the

path to farm with the cowries;

signifying the amount to pay.

remember the time that we lived

as a brother, neither tribalism nor

selfishness could break the chain

of love that bound us together. by

then, humanity blossom like flower.

remember those days of ecstasy

when children would walk alone

to the deep bush of their fathers

and came back with bush meats

for their parents to devour in peace.

remember those days of which

human was human, not animal.

when human ate animals' flesh

& not other human's flesh to survive,

then, earth was as peaceful as dove.

remember those days when pure

love has not withered from its tree

and care was still glowing like star

in the heart of men, when things were

yet to fall apart as they are, right now!

now, in my country, brothers bath with

brothers blood with big smiles on their

faces. man has turned to a cannibalist

that survive on the flesh and blood of

others. what a hell has turned this life!

kidnapping is now the songs of some

through which they survive, ball & live!

peace is now too expensive for us to

afford and home has become the graves

of some while all gasp for aid from above.

religions has now become a stinking

mad clothes that befit not for eyes to

see, even, on the open space of refuge!

we now walk our path with four eyes:

two in the front and two spying from behind.

let me not talk about the one burnt to

death because of blasphemy, either

shall i make mention of the one murdered

by some callous with for children, even,

with the one yet to see the awful beauty of life.

even, the flag of my country bears pure

peace, unity and harmony, but all have

been sidelined by serial killers of peace;

making the white turns red, not red of 

paint with sweet fragrance, but of blood.

life is unease for us to dwell on, things

have broken beyond repair, hearts have

suffered sand of sorrow, drainages of

pains have constructed themselves on

the beautiful faces of my people herein.

avast! until the motto of this wailing

nation return, "peace, unity & progress",

in healthy status, until we embrace our

differences with broad smiles, until we

build the bridge of the strayed harmony

we shall sleep but with our eyes widely

open, we shall walk our paths but with

fears of not return back home and we 

shall dwell on earth like strangers to our

households from whom, we are not safe.

I hope and believe, one day, the country

I dreamed of will emerge, yet, not sure

of its time to come. maybe, by then, our 

dreams won't die, unfulfilled and our eyes

won't witness our blood; streaming like walking river.

beware! i dreamed not about the country

i live right now, where the souls of men

are as meaningless as the souls of black

ants in the deep black night of no light

of which man can easily march on & die.