Rivers of pain
swim deep in her eyes
each droplet of tear
a raw testimony of anguish
that words fail to capture.
Rivers of blood
flow down her tributaries
for every slain soul
a Country torn with genocide
bloodletting too much to comprehend
Mountains of prayers
offered up
Chineke, Kabiyesi, Jehovah
forgive us
Mercy we seek, solace we plead.
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Jacqueline
My home Country Nigeria groans in pain under poor leadership. When evil men occupy spaces where they shouldn’t, strife and anarchy reign supreme. The sufferings and gnashing of teeth of Nigerian indigenes keeps multiplying by the day due to the recycling of avaricious, deeply corrupt, mean-spirited and small-minded old politicians. I pray for the revival of my Nation. I pray for a revolution and restoration.
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Jacqueline so heartbreaking, pleased you are away from this. Nonetheless it is a shameful regime which brings war against tribes. Senseless murder and greed. Have they learned nothing from the invading Europeans, their ways were wrong and no need to repeat them. Then did this go one well before the invading ones. Tribe against tribe. It has to stop.
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Strife and anarchy reigns supreme? Nice one. Greetings sister
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so very sad and sorry for everyone. ❤
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Intense and mournful piece of poetry, Jacqueline, I hope this is something that will improve in Nigeria and similar countries.
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