Her People and Her Gifts: A Poem Combo by Fortune, Emmalizer, Awele and XBestox

Her People and Her Gifts

The land, our teacher.

The people, it's student.

And it's leaders deformed of hearing.

Only the land knows our petition and it lack the ability to communicate it to our leaders. So we cry.

FORTUNE EMUDIA

Winks strive in the nights,

The coast once guarded are loosed,

Blood drips like waterfall,

We all watch with our arms folded as speechless.

EMMALIZER

Year after year we celebrate.

Why not? We should!

Our motherland grows older.

In high spirits, our leaders bestow gifts upon us.

So what do we get?

A nicely wrapped present labeled as democracy.

We open up our gifts boxes to see shiny things.

Or should I say shiny chains.

Now, how do you reject a gift?

AWELE AZUH

"I go just see one million for ground now," he says; he is glad that social distancing is easing.

Ten naira groundnut he is using to think the day; he is glad for weddings and burial ceremonies.

Soured bet-slip pieced, while local rice is two-five; he is glad for sachet water and party jollof rice.

He knows that soaked is the small garri, by children and wife; he is not very glad that facemasked dry mouths pathway into dry stomachs.

XBESTOX