Restlessness Poem by ali toyin abdul

In a landscape that is blessed with vegetation People are dying without proper medication Restless and crises are the order of the day I always pray peace should come by the way Our sheperd are desperate to share our cake We swallow hook and line their promise in fake Despite the sheer hardwork, poverty is smiling at us Inspite of our gift, vanity is rolling like ball The former virgin land was exploited by colonization All our cultural heritages have been swept by civilization What is the best way to salvage the condition All we have to lay is our hand in co-operation