THE TEARS OF MEKUNNU
THE TEARS OF MEKUNNU
We have wondered enough.
We have been stranded enough.
We've tried all we could.
We have exhausted our might.
Who bewitched us in this land?
Who sentenced our sense to exile?
To have democracy, is it a course or a blessing?
We have suffered enough, but not ready to resist.
Who are we to face?
Pleading to the innocent souls that have been unceremoniously eradicated?
Pleading to our selves for self offence?
Pleading to the creator whom we gave no regard.
Wait, it seems we need prayers.
Haven't we prayed enough?
From one disastrous government to another.
From 'power' to 'change'
Now change has changed to 'Progress'
Mtchew, regressive capitalist element.
One father leaves and his son becomes the heir, is that democracy or Monarch?
One brother left, his junior takes over, is that democracy or something else?
One old man leaves and hands over to another, is that democratic setting or Landlord meetings?
Poor men are use to strategies.
Poor men are manipulated to vandalize.
Mekunnu, stop crying and wake up your sleeping sense.
Call it back from that exile.
Stop lamenting like Jeremiah.
Start acting like Moses.
Discover yourself like Mohammad.
Slap senses into their heads like Fidel Castro.
Mekunnu, wipe your tears.
By
Abdulazeez Toheeb Babatunde {Hon. Mata}.
Student of Obafemi Awolowo University Ile-Ife.
Department of English Language.
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