Office of the citizen

My country my country
We try, we cry
We die, we live we live
And we die again

Bereft of hope and help
Numb and dumb
Stifled blast of our silence
Deadened by
By poverty and violence
Forlorn innocence
Long gone with the winds
Winds of despotic democracy
We deserve this reserve
Do we, really really do?

Until scales of ignorance
Falls off our eyes
As concerned citizens
Erect moral office
Firmed with integrity
Accountability and piety
We shall loose
Loose our piece
Of the coveted peace
Please, so help us God

Poetry by chuma okafor
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Written on 2020-07-27 at 12:34

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