A plea

Children of my fatherland

Hear the cry of the earth one last time

The blood soaked land can take in no more

No more should this fiery cradle of selfish desire be fed

Be still and you will hear the wails of our ancestors who are rolling in anguish six feet under

They see the blood  rivers and the air heavy with the stink of oil money 

They choke on the heavy fumes of corruption

Crying burning tears of salt and paraffin

Children of my fatherland 

This plea cannot fall on deaf ears 

Brother, Sister, Egbon, Aburo together we can make it

The clock of extinction is fast approaching

The grave diggers of our present have been called

The mourners of our future are ready

Children of my fatherland, make haste, make amends and make a change.

 

Author: Iwalewa

Well, I've always had a passion for writing. I would describe myself as a feminist, a womanist and a humanist. Poetry is something I've developed a great passion for. Apart from that, I also spend time reading...although this might make me come about sounding like an introvert, I still like to think of myself as an extrovert! I love making new friends and meeting new people. I hope this blog allows others to share and enjoy my work and hopefully share their views and opinions about various issues :)

One thought on “A plea”

  1. Wow! This is a classic!! I love everything about this piece!!

    There’s a hurt voice 2 d words…a pleading witness 2 the agony of many.
    WRITE ON Cherub!

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