I pick my pen,
Cuddle my paper
Wrack my brain
Search its nooks, crannies
Nothing to write.
Only words for our dear country Nigeria.
Write, I must
So let me make your heart my slate,
My voice, the pen
So I write…
My heart weeps, my eyes beat
My legs eat, my hands walk
My nose hears, my ears suck in air
My teeth taste, my tongue chews
Things are upside down, downside up.
Snails lead a hundred metre dash
Fish bleat and cocks mow
Frogs bag awards, ants threaten elephants
Square pegs in round holes
Our leaders loot, we followers look
Phone thief jailed. Mobbed.
Pounds looter unpunished. Presidential Pardon.
Few feed fat on our flesh.
Some quench their thirst with our tears.
We.famish. They. DROWN.
My words, from my heart, I pen...on your heart.