To get a cash cow, bend and take a bow
That we did, till now; we have been at a spot
Stagnant like the lakes, our roots seems to shake
New sprouts overtakes, not that we are lost
Neither do we not know which way to go…
But seas fail to flow while dark seems to glow.
Tags: Africa, developing country, Poem, Poetry, Third world country, UndevelopedBy Vinx
in Biography of Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu, Epic Poems, Poems about Politics, Poems built around concrete actions, Poems By A Nigerian, Poems on People and Customs