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THIS MY COUNTRY


This Country!
This is my Country!
Where logistics is not feasible
Where Citizens are armbushed at night
This is my Country
A Nation not birth in Nationhood
While men slept the enemy planted weed

This Country!
This is my Country!
Abnormal things are just normal
Officers are managed with a remote Control
What you see is not what it is
What you think is not what you will see
This my Country
 Nothing wey you no fit see
Na like this we don dey push

My Country oooo!
Mediocrity is used as a reference point
Current Failure is blamed on the past
Systems don't work! People get paid!
Private Companies just like Government
If you think I lie check NEPA
This is my Country!
Na so we see am

Please don't ask if this is a poem or not
My Country has no Pattern
The Rhymes don't flow as you expect
Nothing is literally expressed
Figures of speech must be deciphered
And what you understand is not what it is
This my Country!
Where are the Prophets?
Did you see this coming?
Where are the Fortune Tellers?
You couldn't read the lines on her palm?

This Country is alarming
I just feel like ranting
I just feel like crying
I just feel like shouting
I just feel like screaming
I just feel like fighting
But I feel more like leaving
But, this is my Country!
It is worth saving
It is worth believing
We will just keep trying!
This is our Country!

Ota Uma Uma
16/02/2019
#TheCountrymanPoet
#NigeriaDecides2019

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