This Is Nigeria: Judaisky Cares


The scorching sun will no mercy treat_
And the cosmos of earth around me
Concocts a boulevard of sweet tooth and stitch.
My stomach to go dark I prithee_
So the orchestras would rumble and sleep_
A routine Nigeria gave me.

The dolor of Job, our job_
And our job, to hunt for job.
The papers of four years we toiled for
Only prepares one for struggle great beyond.
Sweat to turn sweet my labor_
No easy way to rebirth true a savior.

Justice far from the mouths of justice_
He who struggles to raise head dies in service.
Claws of freedom out of practice_
As we live to assay bliss
In all ways no amiss.
The Norms of Nigeria in victories.

I am taught the rules of life_
Just like Oliver Queen to his survival.
Pleasure is spelt a foe, a rival_
It’s a mirage we hunt like an animal.
My emaciated bones are perused normal_
The struggle for struggle is abysmal.

Garri and Kuli a blue plate for my feast
While in the fatness of my sweat my brothers feast.
I am moved not a bit_
It’s an anthem of who is fit
To save his head with dark tummy_
For pleasure seems a disease to our body.
I stand at bay watching_
Learning the language of my ink_
Learning how to handle my pen


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Author: Judaisky

Judaisky is a young writer who believes the world can only be saved PEACEFULLY through the tidings of the ink cos the pen is mightier than the sword. Do You want to know more about me, contact me 09039956005

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