This Happiest People On Earth Poem by akachukwu chukwuemeka ( akabeks)

They call us happiest people on earth
Eye wonder why it was so.
We are people psychologically oppressed,
And we sort happiness everywhere to float.
We party sunrise to set yet, our pillows are soaked
With sorrows of tomorrow unknown,
A policeman shot dead a taxi driver and a pregnant woman
In front of a bank that pays peanuts to guard,
They dismissed him for prison while
Psychiatric doctors roam the hood unemployed,
Mobile police are no longer mobile for their
Bullets walk their work,

Religion absorb our frustrations as we blame the
Devil for much and leave others for God…,
When the poor widow’s oil polishes the preacher’s mansion,
Alleluia in high heaven we sing.

They say we are the happiest people on earth,
Eye look around and weep,
Poor kids pick dustbins for food,
Children of the rich drive joy from drugs,
Elites and politicians rape the land
And quarrel when the scale is tilted, the press must
Sell for salaries are paid.

Preachers pray for our protections but
Move with armed bodyguards,
Their tithes come from our cooperate sins
And the people fear God to talk.

They call us happiest people on earth
But dog eats dog in our world to fat,
Grand papas and mamas desire ‘blood tonic’
And youths dispense at a few naira notes,
Our society is an abattoir, with conscience dead,
We butcher without mercy.

©2011