WHERE IS MY PEN ?

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i swam in the ocean of amazement

As my mind wondered in my little confinement

The events of the day captured my interest

I then searched for my pen as I kept my mind abreast

That I may write now that my knowledge is at its crest.

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So, where is my pen?

That I may write to posterity

Why they will not witness prosperity

Because you and I have decided to fold our arms in stupidity.

As things go wrong in the community.

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So, where is my pen?

That I may write!

How how my people have been split by tribe

How nothing is done unless there is bribe

How we all sold our souls in order thrive

And get lands, houses and cars to drive

Ah! How corruption to our essence of life!

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Get me my pen,

Let me write down this day

That we watched our society decay

That we built walls in our hearts to keep development away.

And allowed religious extremism become the order of the day.

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So, where is my pen?

That I may pen down my pains and worries

Of how we refused to learn from histories

How we sold out Justice

How we drowned merit

And slaughtered honesty

On the alter of Federal Character and quata system.

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So, can I have my pen now?

Let me write in order

How we preach one thing and do the other

How we accepted to be citizens

Yet issue certificate of origin

How we preach love and practice hate

Preach greatness and reward mediocrity

Preach hardwork and honour thieves

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Oh where do I start?

Please fetch me my pen let me write

How our education system shines like a rotten wood

How certificates and degrees are bought with money!

Let me pen down how our roads turned to death traps

And our hospitals turned a life gambling site

For you stand the chance of losing someone dear

If he has anything worse than a case of malaria

That is after you have paid advance

For a treatment that must be delayed.

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Give me my pen let me write down!

How we drowned silently in pain

Refusing to speak for the fear of losing our lives

Which we must still lose anyway.

Yes, I need to write!

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The above is a poem I wrote two years ago. I picked my pen and I wrote, clear enough for posterity to refer to my daily paragraphs as an evidence that at Someone stood on the right side all the time.