My country is broken
Where do we pick up the pieces?
We are in tears with bleeding hearts
Who would do the stitches?
A country at war with her self
Depressed people fighting against oppression
Corruption almost in a state of perfection
Youth fighting for their freedom
They took an oath to defend the nation but
They open fire on innocent protesters
Where is the love?
Where is your conscience?
Is that love for your nation?
Or is the killing for a just cause?
Or is it all false?
Where did we go wrong?
Everyone is one the run, but no one is running
There is rage, and there is fire
Everywhere is burning
Who would put out the fire?
Would we just forget about the innocent ones that were lost?
Or pretend as if nothing happened?
There is a war where nobody wins
People who are supposed to be representatives are getting away with a big box while the people are dying of poverty and hunger
Should I speak up?
Should I be brave?
I might end up in the grave.
Or should I be quiet and be hopeful of a better future that might never come?
Would there be light at the end of the tunnel?
Maybe I should ask the colonel.
Or ask the police if they would let me live another day.
The future is turbid
We have been running but can’t run no more.
Who is going to save us now?
There is a choice to be made, and the choice is ours and ours alone
We all have to save Nigeria
We all have to save ourselves.
About the Poet
Koleoso Teniola Olasubomi is a native of Ilisan Remo, Ogun state. He was born on the 12th of July 1993. He is a graduate of Business Administration at Babcock University. He was a member of the literary and debate club in secondary school because of his passion for writing. He is a writer, poet, music producer, and interestingly, a disk jockey.
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