Mother-Land I Weep For Thee Poem by Joseph Ogbonna

You are held captive by a vicious
clique of monstrous parasites.
Darkness looms in a way so odious
and adverse for days and nights.

In shambles are your narrow and broad Streets
which were once fit for use unlimited.
With a dismal pittance are daily meats
provided for your masses exploited.

Scores of them perish from the toll
of abandoned contracts,
fraud governs your every set goal
crowning illicit acts.