As a young Nigerian, I decided to create distinct culture in contribution to the Nation I was born into and proud to call it my own. I submit my very self to poetry in voicing my opinion of Nigeria state of Nation.
ABOUT THE POEM: The herein submitted poem is about the agonies of Kogi state indigenes and the umbrella of bad, corrupted and betrayed government forced upon the people of the state. The poem aims to pointing the socio political anomie in state and the need to be very meticulous in decision of who lead the state through the forthcoming election for the Lugard House. I ventured to call myself as a ‘Poetic Activist’ because I strikes through the literary genre of poetry to attacking ‘my father’s dogs’ and thereby showing them through my criticism ‘the road they should take’. I will be glad if the poem is published on your paper. Thanks.
Below is the poem: KOGI GOV’T: CONFLUENCE PAINS.
I surrender my poetic career to be an ambush
To hunting the bully dogs of my father land
Showing them the road they should take
Shoulder high myself a
Poetic Activist I wonder lonely as the virgin moon
Trekking round the world without disciples
Showing every men the road they should take
Yet the world wonder why it is so high
My State wonder in the wilderness
Searching the truths she had banished
Throwing stone upon the innocent eggs
Yet when Sodom burnt Gomorrah feels I saw the half of the yellow moon
The only mask left upon the Kogites
Produced by the Pharaohs in the State
Those who honesty has vouch to murder
Two rivers diverge in the yellow moon
The Y river nature termed unity symbol
In the State where Judas betrayed Jesus
Yet the sinners claim holistic Saint
But we are the saviour of our life
The untold tale in the bygone State Kogi where racism born and dies
With one tribal mini God of men
Though as an Igala not as God
The untold tale in the bygone State Kogi where fittest survived
And the unfit perpetually eliminate Kogi where part of Goodluck was deported
Yet we pretended we have not heard
The untold hardship in the State
And market of customised lies in the State
By the Philanthropists of our bondage
So shall truth bears lies witness
To what harms did to our State
By the Philanthropists our our bondage
The investors of our continual lacks
Who thinks mountain do not fall?
The what happen to Nairas in Kogi State?
The minted papers taken in midnight
To widen our perpetually suffering
Workers in the State defeated by hunger
Students purged in their savagery
Yet we pretended we have not heard
What hardship did to our state
By the Philanthropists of our bondage
Pity flogs me as I lost the sight to behold
When once I saw my State purged in corruption
With million years projects remains abandoned
Yet each year we received the white paper
Sleepless dream my king dreams
Seeking to be crowned another
While we are in confluence state
With confluence pains continual.
