Morning bread

This road often travelled
In every four years
Have paths paved
With hunger, starvation, misery, terrorism
And instability
Hunger comfortably
Made fasting a daily routine
Driving poor stomach
To an indefinite strike
Starvation is a willing bedmate
A constant reminder
Of the journey so far
Misery on the other hand
Have castrated the once invective brain
Rendering viable ideas, impotent
Terrorism is a festering wound that
Pioneered bandits, killer herdsmen, kidnappers
And instability, the hallmarks of corruption
Is political, social, economic
All along ethic and tribal lines
It's only people of the road
That can explicate the inner turmoil
I'm promised clothes by nakedness
You were there
Stifling laughter of sorts
Buying conscience
With the Naira, indifferent
We are not greedy
All we ask
Is our morning bread

The road less travelled
Wrought with possible change,
Unfamiliar scenery, unexpected outcomes
And fear of the unknown nationalist
A chance venture, maybe
Man, you are out of your mind
But not greedy
All we want
Is our morning bread