The Nation

Why is it that every tails that dance round me want to touch me?
Why is it that every learners
Who learn how to ride wish to prove their strength on me?
Why is it that every rumor mongers
With all their creativities, still ends up talking about me?
How fair for enemies
To think that I am their best allies!
Fair! it's for traitors to think that I am their route for redemption.
Sad it is for the lost dogs
To think that I resemble their owner.
What an attempt!
Broken hearted to think that I am a condolence to thier affairs.
Of all, I still stands,
 The only one who understand how the cock crows.
After destroying the nation,
Its children and and  you presume a traitor,
Do you think you left some portion for  forgiveness in it?
After abandoning your palace
Do you still think there is somewhere for you to start building the nation from?

2018ocenmicheal@theshadowwordsafrica-poetry

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