Wind of Change, 2

By  Abraham Babarinde
Our country’s trees are dry and ill to bear,                                                                           We promise fresh shower for thirsty leaves,                                                                           Times of bounty harvest will soon be here,                                                                             This is their voice of change, do you believe?
.                                                                                                                                           The ocean is boiling by the heat of the Sun,                                                                           Which still smiles on the face of the water’s,                                                                         Should the ocean endure the scorching burn?                                                                         For the Sun Promised to send her rain later.
.                                                                                                                                           Some are clamouring ”let’s change the change”                                                                   But thease are former traitors, can we tmrust them?                                                         This new change has passed a year range                                                                       Some say ”we are in a worse realm.”
.                                                                                                                                           But can’t they hear the cry of the masses?                                                                           ”We are facing hard times in this government,                                                                       this is our right, not a plea for mercy                                                                                 we want growth and economic monuments.”
.                                                                                                                                     They say the previous rulers were cankerworms,                                                                 So they have to close all their amorphous loops.                                                                   Hope these people are not nice hookworms                                                                   Which has entered our belly to eat our hopes.
Synopsis: ‘Wind of Change’ is an eposidic poem that aims at impacting, inciting critical thinking and re-awakening the lost consciousness of ‘participatory’ government. It also seeks to eliminate the disillusioned mentality of many Nigerians.
Author’s Profile: Abraham Babarinde is a creative, loving and quiet person who loves astronomy, poetry and life. He is a graduate and a native of Ibadan.
Photo credit: Fine Art America (Ini Brown’s painting on political campaign in a village.)

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