As The Day Passes On, We Cry Poem by ChiMark Sunlight Ndubuisih

I live to see the mantra
of change, singing the
hopeless song to my people,
As the day passes on, we cry
like the angry dogs in the cage,
As much as we cry, no ear is turned
to us worthless beings of our nation! .
As the day passes on, Nigerian seems
very near to its grave, but what to do to
save it seem like a mystery, no one know it
and so fast it's loosing its precious breath.
Oh, ahhhhhhh! , anya miri eju m anya,
obu onye ga agugu m akwa?
Here we know, only here we were born and
here we shall live until the end,
To joy joy not war war, but what to support
breath is barely at our reach, hence we die or
live to tell of what we saw, what we lived with.
And on the day we are no more, there will story
to tell of our time by our children.