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Day87 #365daypoetrychallengeforadvocacyandsocialchange Our cloths have torn Our hairs grown bushy Bones emaciated and legs swollen Muscles displaced And our vision discouraged... The path behind us looks abandoned by haggard legs, Bushy as if untrodden See, our babies have died Our kids starved Our boys imprisoned Our girls raped Husbands and wives betrayed And the aged disappointed... Yet the eyes of our polity bulges like the blind statues of Nok Culture We used to have hopes, But they are now tired in the arms of abortion The promises of independence have become stillborn; Mutilated with the bamboo of corruption. Even the wishes that once painted our eyelids Are beginning to wear away Yet the senses of our constitution have breathed only heat on the sore skins of our destinies The song of the national flag has become the loudest noise sung by toothless leaders; A pirate declaration to our unity in diversity Our capital cities are plinths...

#HappyInternationaldayoftheboychild #365daypoetrychallengeforadvocacyandsocialchange #Day86 Whose mind are gold of thoughts, Those who empty their lives into the nostril of a sudden wind but never returned home They went far away as broken dusts In a world of action and reaction, Don't fear the man behind his deeds fear the victims But boys are too hollow to be left behind, They are the authors and finishers who no one celebrates. Dreams are buried, Aspirations packed up, Boys do not have thrones, But girls have more to breath. Girls are queens, they make it to Forbes most valued, Because to be truly relevant is remaining a girl; a victim of circumstances... History has been long designed by the society, She made girls like her win wars with tears, Who cares about the fallen? The boys are always painted with frown, Remind yourself of boys who reek havoc on themselves trying to imitate themselves. The whole society is based on lies, Of boys wh...