Niger and Benue rivers are flowing
But the tidal waves within are not helping
Reasons uncountable boats are cap-sided
While searching for liberty or daily bread.
Ever since two parallel lines are meeting
Democracy lost it actual meaning
In a once-upon-a-time great kingdom
Where the mighty Eagle once had freedom.
From a distance she stares at the cage
Of which she is locked within to engage
In arguments of distracting topics
While politicians desecrate the pride of the tropics.
In Politics, nothing seems to be working
Aside illegalities and thuggeries
Priding on wings in prohibited areas
They chopped off, acquiring more honoraria
They are the dirt, same-time the broom
Looting and misleading the land to doom
Seemingly, they are keen to uprooted roots
Extinguishing sparks and killing truth…
Definitely, there ought to be a way
Out of this cage, either at night or day
It has never been placing a foot in front
Rather, we who are manned to shoot ourselves on sight.
e-Paper Poetry of Vinx 