A NEW NIGERIA 🇳🇬

Jude Chukwuemeka Muoneke


Notice of absence from Jude Chukwuemeka Muoneke
I will surely get back to you when I come online.

 

Arise oh youths! 
And stand up, 
To the gimmicks and gambits
of the political lords;
A hope for New Nigeria! 

Slavery runs in our veins 
Our fingers and mouths
keep enslaving us,
Upon our heads,
Their breakfast, lunch and dinner
are served.

Religion, ethnicity, and nzuzu
divide us,
Suffering and smiling
the regalia of our shame.

Unity a force of change
But;
The shackles of mental slavery
hang and haunt our lives, 
There's power in unity.

The power lies in our thumbs, 
Legs must stand,
To unseat the enemies
of our tomorrow.

If we don't do this today;
Posterity will judge our stupidity, 
Many graves will be desecrated 
with faeces as libation. 

Oh Nigerians! 
When will we get it right? 
The grey heads are feasting 
on our future;
And there we lay like beggers 
before their feet. 

We keep humming songs, 
To glorify their iberiberism, 
While we scout and struggle 
for bones like dogs. 

They have come again
like pharaohs of old, 
Promising to lighten our sufferings, 
With chains in their hands.

Only Joshua will lead us;
Though without shishi,
We must be OBidient, 
There is hope at the end of the tunnel, 
You can't eat your cake and have it.

  • Author: Jude Chukwuemeka Muoneke (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 21st, 2024 04:20
  • Comment from author about the poem: This poem reflects on the Hope for a New Nigeria 🇳🇬. But corruption, tribalism, ethnicity and religious bigotry won't allow Nigerians to think straight. We are the architects of our woes. We are all suffering and smiling, and yet we want a better Nigeria. No one is ready to carry placards to protect for bad governance in Nigeria. We are all afraid to die to redeem our nation under the caprices of our political gladiators.
  • Category: Reflection
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  • Jerry Reynolds

    Good write, JC.
    An 86-year-old white man from America opens his heart to you.



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