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It's inevitable
And undesirable

It's a will
That we have no say

And a bill
That we must pay

It takes the good ones
And leave the bad ones
It takes the beloved

And make you feel lost
It takes no cost

But always has a cause
Even if it's cursed
It can't be accursed

It doesn't respect
Even if you're the best

It has no respect for the rich or poor
Neither for the dirty or pure

Money cannot buy
Power cannot conquer
Does it have a cure?

A land filled with milk and honey, but the citizens are sick and hungry.

Where insecurity is the order of the day, still they said there's no war, but people are being slaughter, killed, kidnapped on a daily basis.

Where you leave home in the morning and you doubt if you will return home at night.

Where people die due to embezzlement of public funds that should have been used to put infrastructures in place.

Where the youth were happy when the not too young to run bill was signed, not knowing it's quite different from not too young to rule.

Where you have freedom of speech, but freedom after speech is not assured!

Where corruption is the order of the day, where laws are only meant for the poor.

Where people get lost and unfound just like urine in the sea.

Where everyone is a suspect, because no one can be trusted.

Where the rich buys their way, and the poor are left in their pains!

Where reports of atrocities by herdsmen is termed yellow journalism.

Where the youth loves and promote bad things, and most elders lack the moral right to correct them.

Where negativity is being promoted and positivity is in decline.

Where matters are taken lightly when it concerns the lower class, but they put all their strength in when it's about the upper class!

Where there's no proactive measure in all sectors!

Where god of man are more than men of God!

Where most media serves the higher class instead of all class; where most media who ought to be a watch dog, has turned into a tamed dog; where media gatekeeps what ought to be their social responsibility to the people!

Where those who ought to right the wrong, are the ones that made the right wrong.


In conclusion, until we agree that we belong to one another, and treat ourselves as brethren, we might not see and have the country of our dream!

We come and go
Just like a wind that blow

And a river that flow
When the cock crow

It's surely not a time to bow
But a time to find our way and make our pay

There seems to be another way
Where we can make more pay

But does it worth taking
And putting all our staking

We work
We walk

When we ought to be sleeping
Just to make some stipend

Life! It's like a sea
We can only comprehend what we see

It has an end
And also has no end

Some take a bend
But end up being rend.