Lamentation

You could hear the voices of the weak pine under the feet of neglect.

You could see hunger in her commercial face, while disease withers the essence of the being.

You could find hope ‘for sale’ on the altars of deceit, where men play god to rise above penury line.

You could see the deprived rob the deserted of their right to life to score a point in a game of the conscienceless.

You could see fortunes change as another good man finds a gap to sink his teeth in the large corrupt pie.

O’ great citadel cast on the shoulders of deceit, O’ great citadel where only they can sit…

You could see deprave disciples battling to un-break the dawn of new beginnings –

You could see a nation torn between men who want it all and men, who want it all,
men who have it all, depriving all.

©J.Ifeme