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ILL SOCIETY


Tears were in my eyes when I penned down these words My hands were trembling and my voice was stuttering Well I was born in a third world country Where warlords becomes president, ministers, representatives and even head of the senate I was born in a country were my forefathers forgot about the future of the next generation and got carried away by the luxuries of life, during the days they referred to as Normal days Situations in my nation, grew from worst to ridiculous and has pass on from one generation to next, till my generation is now entangle in the battle of fixing the aged old problems Speaking of age old problems; I see the tears in a mother eyes, when she can't feed her child The heart Attack daddy gets, when he can't find a job Big brother had to leave home to make life on the streets, 'cos there's no money to pay fees for school Children sent to sell on the streets, with no slippers on their feet I saw a man weeping because his wife was bleeding No good health care, so she died giving birth Where's the hope for the future? Before our sisters make a pass, they have to sleep with their teachers Ill society I find myself in a society where segregation is a peer I find myself in a society where people refused to subscribe to the fact that after elections, there should be unity instead of fear I find myself in a society where civil disobedience is the mask violence wear to conceal it's true face I find myself in a society where integrity is no longer a treasure, rather it's been sold for pleasure Dear lord; Forgive the sins of my forefathers and fathers but please do not let the unrepentant go unpunished And then, I heard the preacher man say; Redemption is coming, and I went down on my knees, with my face up high to the heavens With my hands on my chest and tears rolling from my eyes; I said; Lord, I CAN'T WAIT TO SEE THAT DAY
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