This is a poem that I wrote to display the reality between the lack of love that has taken over a country, which sees them oppressing themselves instead of supporting each other for a common goal.
I was so gone that my subconscious played tricks on me.
I ran like a mad man as hunters hunted me.
It was dark, heavily dark. So, I couldn't see.
And my legs were becoming feeble as I hoped for someone to rescue me.
I could hear their chants like they're far away.
But I saw their shadows as I desperately searched for a way.
My heart beats even faster as I worry over my trails.
And the wild animals all watched from afar amazed.
I was lost in the forest, lost in my nation.
Hunted not by the wilds, but my my own people.
I barely could see through the thick inflation.
Even at then, my zeal failed to rekindle.
I see no love existing here.
Only greed is what I can find here.
The bulls have taken up the riches by its horns.
And we, being pests are left with none.
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DATE PUBLISHED: Wednesday, September 2nd 2020.
