A Land, A Place

The poor eats with his eyes, the rich with his mouth.”
― Bangambiki Habyarimana, Book of Wisdom

I come from a land
A place of the living dead
A land of the hungry and dying
A place of so many wars
A land where ignorance rents all.

“Brother, give me life!”
Am heartbroken – chained by infirmities
“I’ll redeem you, am your brother.” He says
The one whose eyes are blinded by clouds of –
Greed, selfishness, stupidity, and bigotry.

A nationalist he once was –
Advocated and acquired our statehood
From those light-skinned colonists
Today, a leader, an autocrat, a bureaucrat
A politician – a bleed heart corrupt.

He once promised to prosper this land
But it’s now a waste – a country of beggars
He once vowed insight
But our hopes for education shattered
A land of panhandlers – a nation of dim-wits.

Peace and self-worth seemed his undertaking
War’s cruel warmth he offers
Widows and orphans of arms, social underclass –
Of alienations – of affiliations
My brother and redeemer never promised.

I bleed, we bleed
From endless strives –
Mama’s vines of tender grapes now bear
Soared Fruits of grief, contempt and crying shame
A dear son has raped his mother

Ours is the worst place
A child be born
Ours is a place, a land
All hopes, all dreams
Die.

Copyright © 2018. Ugo Nkwoala. All rights reserved.

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