Uprising Poem by Emmanuel Joseph Olumakiss

There in our country home
Many have vowed to consume
Numerous instigate war
Havoc have suddenly resume
Troubles trigger the more

Children run from sleep
All fleeing away
Rioting back and front
Who cares if black lives matter or not

Since some strongly believe
That evil pay

Always moving from back to front
Evil rising fast
Human lavishing in bondage
Many busy roaming in the past

No single future plan
Children left alone
Malnourished refugees
Try visit the I.D.P camp

Bandits and herdsmen
All unleashing mayhem
In the church homes and market place
Lives ripped and slain

Mother hen chasing eaglet
All waiting to hear from divine
Before we can act or equally invest
Our resources so our hope we can reclaim

Our life is vulnerable
Both the young and the old
Eaten up by tyrants
Our dreams like mat that's fold

From Ethiopia Ghana to Nigeria
Mass destruction fly
Many have lost their head or hand
But none hearken to our voice

From Gombe down to Benue
There is brouhaha and rave
Our continent in a mess
It only takes resistance from the brave

Human heads and female genital
Pierced with the blade
Thousands of bundled indigents
Carried straight to the grave

Numerous they have burnt to ashes
While chant and mime war song
Nothing is safe that we keep
It is not true if we say we are living fine

We haven't settled with bygones
And many chased to the underground
Thousands on lack and houseless
They are many out of school

Smile has never visited our face
Now bunch of hooligans
All sent on spy
To all known villages
In a gorilla style
To wreck without pity
Rape maim and slay

Many houses in flame and in disarray
Owners of the land
Have taken laws into their own hand
Those with no advocates
Have stood their ground

Enmity is too nostalgia
It is horrible when it reign
It does no one good if not doom
From here we've failed to refrain

Is it them in the senate?
Our birthright they have sold
Many are there to occupy seat
They exchange our misery for gold
All their gathering and council
Isn't for the poor masses?
Despite how bad we feel or frown
Misery is all they've kept in store.