I Write to Heavens for thy Nation (viii)
The eggs who have,
now grown into chicks
I write of...
Dear Heavens,
I write of the chicks
who packed their dreams
into a \"Ghana must go\".
Not because the soil rejected them
But because home
squeezed their bloods out from each bones.
I write of the chicks,
who kissed their mother’s gates goodbye
And flew into the deadest water
promising;
\"I will come back, when heavens see me.\"
Seasons have changed
It has passed
No echoes of them,
they are now footprint lost in rainy days.
How restless must a land be
for its children to choose
distance over belongings?
They were birthed
They learnt their first word \"Mummy\"
buried their root in the soil.
Yet Nigeria, showed them no peace
It, called them worthless,
While, foreign countries
Call them rare creation.
Their brightest smile now...
bloom in strange soil.
They left.
not because they chose to leave...
but because they wish to live.
Heavens!
When shall thy nation
become a place like mother’s womb?
Peaceful and quiet.
When shall thy nation
no longer dream of a narrow escape
from Nigeria,
But dream of staying
Till Heavens visit?
Funmilayo Bayo
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