The land is green,
too green to incubate into maturity,
a beauty to behold held in abject travesty;
the theater where dreams die on the battlefield of reality,
an island of monopoly;
where a few eats the fruits of so many;
& penury is placed in the hands of the majority,
the dividend of democracy — a sheer inhumanity,
the land is poison & survival is scavenging,

this is murderland!
A place where demons have dignity,
& evil is given a safe sanctuary,
immorality is a flawless anarchy,
sinlessness in the society;
skewed to suit iniquities,
we speak but our mouths have become a graveyard,
peace to the masses, belligerent against humanity,
what is sympathy when sorrow is joy making mockeries?
Consuming like an infection; the weakness of others is energy,

this is murderland!
Where the youths are vilified
for standing against insanity,
in here, seeking justice is like hunting for vanity;
the blood of causalities are karma of national calamity,
we share unending grief over the internet & that's where it ends,
hence, treason is he who let the horrible truth vent,

this is murderland!
A habitat built around self;
only to neglect thinking beyond self;
a selfish sweetness that defines prosperity,
& prosperity is how much flattery you get from the society,
this affliction is a living organism in our system;
originality frails, now we have to wear the pretence,

the land is green,
green enough to birth newness,
brains & brawns of its offsprings
can spring forth vigour,
from a great mess to greatness,
this is murderland!
where we can put the past to rest;
with a present time determined enough
to wake up to a better tomorrow.

Ayomide Inufin D'great

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