DEAR NIGERIA by Happiness Jacob

Day79
#365daypoetryforadvocacyandsocialchangechallenge

Dear Nigeria,

I saw the faces of those you
Dissected into thousand pieces
Of flesh on the plateau
With their hopes still hovering around
their crushed hearts

I saw the faces of those whose blood
Became the waterfall the flooded
The streets with their screams
Sellotaping every air in the atmosphere

I also so the black statue you made
Out of he ones you barbecued with
Their dreams greasing their bodies
For a nice meal

I saw faces of those who
Were my brothers with same black
Face and map of the two great rivers
Perfectly wedged in their hearts

I saw the faces of those infants
Who never chose to be here
But stayed because in the blurry
Smile of their mothers they saw
Hope lasting longer than the love
They had for you

I saw how after you disappointed them
Frustrated them
Took dreams away from them
You sent them to a place you know
Quickly. Brutally.

I saw you

Yours sincerely,

Survivor

©Jacob Happiness Friday is a Poet, Editor, Graphic designer, a Student of the department of English and Literary Studies. He is a Co- Representative at Poets in Nigeria (PIN) University of Calabar Connect Centre, where he coordinates Poetry activities and advocate for literacy and social change.

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