₦airaland Forum

MR LITERATUS.(C).
I KNOW A COUNTRY.
Like a field ploughed for ridges, Our life keep rolling, From one contour to another. Our ears like an empty river, Their promises flow in, And flow out without fulfilment.
Fathers fear to face Their fatherhood, Mothers murder their motherhood, The child lost his childhood, Another mayhem for us all.
Blind society chasing a stray child, A dog who lost its track, Shall wander to anywhere To wield his wildlife worldly.
Grand attire mocking the rags, Glossing car ride on a tattered flesh, Some live the life, Some keeps dreaming While life itself Is living them.
Hawks in aso rock Spread their wings, People we trust keep showing their claws.
We went to the citadel, We cook food of knowledge for years, With the oil from mother's sweat, With the struggle from father's muscle.
House of knowledge promise us The unknown tomorrow, But when tomorrow comes With many questions of wants, Knowledge hides itself, And say from its hiding, "Thou art the haziest Forget me and choose your muscle,".
Time too, is such a betrayal, He plays with all, always, He sneaks from all, always, Many skills die the death Of no one to help, Just like good seeds die the death Of no one to plant them,.
Lie gives smile to our faces, Truth to us is mere faeces, We talk of our heroes, With black and white voice, We drive our nation's car On treacherous thorny road, Yet, we complain of punctured tyre.
Is it not absurd, For a man to get killed, For a goat to get fed?
Is it not absurd, To destroy what gives to man, To build what takes from man?
The land our ancestors Got their manna from, Turned to a land That spreads predatory canopy, Hovering and roaring on us all, The food chain continue Like a vicious circle, As one sees oneself as the predator, Another is humming in joy, For his prey is getting fat in flatter.
GREATMIND.

yonder is asunder, as a piece of writing discuss in a great length our millions of thoughts towards our responsibilities, ambition and patriotism to our country, which are epileptic and so unable to see any light of reality, because, we believe someone from somewhere will rise and do them,
also, the poem serves as call of duty to our dead mind, calling us to stand and do that thing that is needed to be done.