Tales Of A Nation

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TALES OF A NATION My teary eyes joins my fear-fill mouth In mourning the fall of a once great Nation. My Ears now crave for silence As each Day brings sad tales to her doorstep, Tales of what a once great Nation has become. My Brothers from the home of the rising sun Now walk a path that leads to yesterday. A path that tell tales of our horror history Where the brave bodies of our Fathers Lie in the battlefield, fighting against their country man. Each morning I listen to the prayer of a widow As she knocks on heaven’s gate for the sake of her son Who marched North in service to his Fatherland. Her knitted words begs not for her son to be rich But that he may live to breath another day . The Rivers of blood now flows through the streets of Portharcourt. I now sleep with open eyes in fear of what the night brings. “Your money or your life” is a greeting a brother now says to me . A thousands times , I gladly gave up my golds to live, As a Brother’s little-metal-friend frightened me. Lifeless body walk the path to a home beneath the soil. Her blood, inked in the Greenfields of Kaduna. For In her pursue of Education, she learnt a sad bitter truth; That peace has left the shores of Nigeria. Joseph ogbonna OHUCHE (2021)

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