I write to heavens for thy nation (viii)

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  
funmiwrites.