Nigeria Limps Into The Dark Poem by Stephen Omolori

Into the dark, Nigeria limps.
Bloodshed everywhere like in horror films.
Her poor citizens and masses shed tears;
They live in squalor and perpetual fears.
Killers roam her streets unchallenged,
Spraying bullets like stones hurled by a deranged.
Her offsprings' lives have become worthless.
I ask: ‘Is being a Nigerian still worth it? '
The bourgeoisies and ruling class don't give a damn.
They say, "Wealth won't allow us to be killed like a lamb".
So, instead of safeguarding the life of the poor,
They divert all the securities to their own doors.
"We're on top of the situation, " they always say.
But while we mourn, another killer comes her way.
Broken, my medication can't make me sleep.
The more she limps into the dark, the more I weep.

My bed is flooded, I am still crying.
I saw videos of infants bullet wounds left dying.
Hourly, human heart harbours hate.
Love's gone, now people turn Evil to who they mate.
People don't know bloodshed is a debt:
For it'll all be paid when Immortality gets dressed.
My eyes are teary, I'm heartbroken.
Bloodbaths here and there: who left hell open?
No! Even daemons shiver at these killings.
They throw up at the sight of slain women,
Men, and infants with intestines spilling out,
Saying man's inhumanity to man is deafening loud.
Though strength and hope daily depart Nigeria,
The ruling class only care about election fever.
Nigeria limps into the dark, I feel her pains.
She's lost a lot; would she ever be the same again?