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A Frail Voice of Hope


I am afraid, the world scares me,

The land is bleeding, the people cry out,

The pain is excruciating, the agony knows no bounds,

Our hope has been shattered, our dreams are lost,

Many lies were told, many tongues wagged about change,

But now we all suffer,

We are afraid, for ourselves and our children,

We do not sleep at night, we do not sleep at all,

Who are we to?

When those meant to protect us merry with criminals,

We are tired, tired of talking,

Our throats are sore, the ears we cry out to are deaf,

Men without conscience have infiltrated,

They ravage our land without pause,

We mourn day and night, we are inconsolable.

Our tears will continue to flow just like the river Niger,

How long will this continue?

When will it end?

We need an awakening.

Things have to change.

Or our waters will turn to blood, brimming with the bones of innocents.

Our land will be doomed.

My dreams may sound lofty,

But I dream of the day when the news is nothing but good,

When my heart leaps not out of fear but out of joy,

I dream of the day when fear and disappointment are strangers to me and not my daily companions,

I dream of the day, where laughter is louder than mourning.

I dream of the day where nothing but pride bursts in my chest when I shout my country’s name.

I dream of this day with all my heart.

May these dreams come to pass.

© 2021 Emmanuella

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