by Echezonachukwu Nduka
A land where milk and honey flows
Sun and moon smile on the fields
For in it's creeks also, crude grows
And suddenly, a pen writes and steals.
I know you have lost your glory
As your exploits have become story
I can see tears of agony on your face
For your growth has reduced in pace.
Who can challenge all thy victory?
Which now has become history,
Leaving all your birds off their nest
'Tis obvious, you're no longer the best.
Your sons and daughters worry
And for them my heart feels sorry
The lips of their own in power tastes like honey,
But lo, they end up looting their money.
Your treasures are looted and sent abroad,
And your seeds have left their abode.
Look - They no longer dwell around
But the poor and needy, now surround
Now with all these, how can you cope?
But then I believe, there is hope.
Your seeds and treasures shall return
And your fields shall become green in turn.
You shall know victory and joy again
And thine own shall never labour in vain
Your corrupt ones shall not remain a few
For your song shall be made anew.
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Echezonachukwu Nduka is a Nigerian Poet.