The poem in view is about my country Nigeria. A country where leaders are saint with sweet tongues of promises before elections and suddenly display their selfish ambitions once elected into office. A system such as corrupt as this has eaten up the salt of happiness in the country. The sweetness of the country had been eaten up by dirty stomachs.
The land needs a Virgin!! One with a clean heart of leadership, whose ambitions are clean to serve. The big quest is finding a VIRGIN for the rescue.
Have a great Time!
I must cry; but what for?
For waste of man and resources
For times and seasons have failed us.
But what shall I say to the children-
Of bitter memories and broken hopes
Tell them, All Messiahs are fake and false
Whether in khaki or in agbada,
In priestly cloak they are not different
The trainers' trainer shared in this mess
The custodian of our culture
mortgaged the land.
Cry for failed dreams, lost vision,
broken promises-
They promised us a fulfilled tomorrow
A tomorrow of sufficiency
They promised to make us lead tomorrow
But who leads today to guarantee tomorrow?
A sinking country
A deteriorating country
A collapse country
But must be salvaged fast by the virgins
Search for them;where are the Virgins?
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