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The Victims


We are the victims
I'm writing this with a broken heart
With a hot tears rolling down my cheek
I share in the pains of my brothers, friends and
Fellow patriots who also are the victims.
What have we done wrong?
Where did we go wrong?
Where can we go from here?
Where can we be free?
Who can we vote for?
Where is the safety and security?
We are always the victims.
We are always the target
For rituals and thuggery
I see river of blood flowing!
yes blood of the innocents is a pool.
Flowing from Adamawa, Taraba through Benue and Plateau
From Yobe, Maiduguri through Kaduna and Zamfara
I see blood flowing in Niger Delta regions.
But no drop of a senator's son/daughter's blood
No Governor's Children are affected. Hmmmm!
All because we were born with no silver spoon
We struggle to feed ourselves and dependants
Yet we are killed without second thought.
Nigeria my land of birth,
What is our offence?
Where is the freedom and the privileges
That was in early sixties, seventies and eighties?
The education, employment and economy of yesterday
What happened to them?
The honesty, integrity and discipline of our fathers
Where are they today?
The good old days where love abounds is a history.
We are suffering in and out of YOU.
Where is our pride as giant of Africa
Endowed with natural resources?
Every now and then is killings and deaths that greet our ears
Xenophobia in Angola and South Africa to Nigerians.
Boko Haram and Herdsmen in North east and middle belt
Kidnapping and ethnic cleansing in different parts of YOU.
Where did we go wrong?
Innocent souls are buried in Zamfara on daily basis
Unheard ones in Kajuru and plateau why?
Selfishness of our leaders begets corruption that ravaged the system
Religion tore us apart instead of uniting us We are enemies.
Politics makes us enemies and killers instead of helping us
We are always the victims.
Our young people are pushed out by unemployment
Only to be met by cruel death.
All these are with the exception of their offsprings
Only the poor masses are the victims.
The security agencies amassed wealth at the expense of junior officers
Who are killed for games. Sent to war with no weapons.
Yet we are killed like chickens with no one to defend us.
We are butchered like cows without mercy.
The leaders we voted, sponsor the terrorism that are meted on the helpless and defenceless
We are not safe in YOU our father land!
They fly out now and then and are given first class treatment
Oblivious of our plight they live flamboyantly
We are the modern slaves
Our slave masters are worst than the then colonials
Though we are of same skin colour but treated as
Second class citizens on our own land of birth.
Indeed we are the VICTIMS of discrimination of all sorts.

Hear this, you who should have done something yet refused
You who holds public office and do not care about tomorrow
Know this, that you are sitting on a time bomb its explosion
Won't be funny.
Revolution movement is ticking. Be warn that your actions now
will be use to judge you and your children.
Bring back the Nigeria of yesterday fill with opportunities for all.
Blessed are those who laugh now...

About this poem

The poem is a lament about the level of degeneration of things and man inhumanity to man and the Carnage mated on the poor citizens of Nigeria by the people who ironically are supposed to make things better (leaders). At the end, the poet warns that revolution lurking and the leaders should make things right or else...!!!

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Written on May 03, 2019

Submitted by sammani831 on October 30, 2022

3:04 min read

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Closest metre Iambic hexameter
Characters 3,163
Words 611
Stanzas 2
Stanza Lengths 64, 8


Sammani Emmanuel is a graduate of English Language from Taraba State University Jalingo-Nigeria. A teacher leader by profession and a fellow of Teach for Nigeria. He is a seasoned poet and playwright. His collection of poems treat theme such as romance, politics, romanticism and host of other themes. He happily married to a beautiful woman. more…


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