Agonies Of My Nation Poem by Joseph Oladehinde Ibikunle

Turbulence engulf my mind
It beats in a fearful rhythm
My legs tremble with a great bind
Dear countrymen, our brute is brim.
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A place where no life worth penny
Where no punishment for affluence felony
Where mass is planted in cemetery
From the attacks of the kin of their territory.
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My countrymen innocently tortured
Some are lynched or slaughtered
Bathed in their blood and butchered
We remain helpless and tattered.
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No peace nor pity in the city
The land weeps in a much profundity
Our laughter unreal, our hearts dreadsome
Angst of fears lingers on our bosom.