Notice of absence from Jude Chukwuemeka Muoneke
I will surely get back to you when I come online.
I will surely get back to you when I come online.
Many years of democrazy
Have gone by,
The nation still at her crawling stage,
Staging painful comedies.
Our leaders are clowns,
Who entertain the led,
With sufferings and laughters,
Each passing day.
Each transition of power,
Is like from sickness to death,
We are all living deads,
Waiting for our funerals.
Daily many die of heart aches
Over hopeless hope,
Hunger dwells in many homes,
Sufferings, the people's clothes.
Our hope in despair,
Has sent many home,
Rope the instrument
of their homegoing.
Breadwinners are deadwinners,
Their sufferings heavier than sins,
The living keeps hoping;
While many die of frustration
And empty stomachs.
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Author:
Jude Chukwuemeka Muoneke (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: July 14th, 2024 04:02
- Comment from author about the poem: This poem reflects on the sufferings of the common man in Nigeria 🇳🇬. People are suffering and hoping that things will get better. But yet, each transition of power is like from frying pan to fire. The masses are suffering and smiling, waiting for God to send down His angels to save us from the condition we kept ourselves.
- Category: Reflection
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Comments2
A cannot remotely hope to understand the anguish you must feel with respect to a place I've never visited, or pretend to even be properly aware of.
My forlorn best wishes.
Nigerians are going through a lot, suffering our new Baptismal names. May God deliver us from this Egypt.
The world needs a benevolent
dictator.
Democracy is failing in the hands of wicked men.
Democracy is too expensive for Nigeria to practice. Nigerians are suffering and smiling.
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