POEM: NIGERIA AT SWEET 6IXTY (INDEPENDENCE).

Am the preacher of rectitude

The teacher of truth

Called the crazy blunt truth

Who blows the prudent truth

With the flute of justice

It’s all for the people

It’s all for the Younkers

Who bears the yoke.

The pitchers pitches for right

The creatures cries for light

Ages have come by

The quest quite the same

There’s no lightening without thunder

The wonders that sounds brings the light

Is no blunder.

Where are the youth?

Here is the fluted truth

Birds in the sky are tired of the cliché

‘We are the future leader’,

‘leader of tomorrow’,

Panting for the morrow never to come

If we don’t track today.

The leading dead causes the living to bleed

Bleeding pen writes.

In a mansion full of revelation

The aged folk mount the corridor of power

The young folk are the gate keeper

The Dogs likened unto thugs

The enslaved masterpiece without peace

Independent we claim

But blinded by the light

The idiocy of the youth!.

How can the dead be full of power ;

the grave replied! Money is power.

The lad is the true power of the country

We are the work force all the time

Yet powerless all the time 

This isn’t once upon a time

It is all the time.

In the vision of the pitcher that felt like illusion 

But wasn’t hallucination,

The youth once led before encroachment

Of the dark days.

No livelihood in the youth brotherhood

So they call us the lazy one yet the dark weapon 

Industrious but destruction for our own vision 

Of leading with a mantle.

Mouth we have 

but speak not 

Is the best legacy,

or you're dead by the law.

Freedom of speech is now a hate preach,

The teacher and preacher of truth flute.

It is high time we hug the truth

Lets drink with the mug

The fruit of independence

We are the fruit 

The fragrance of the nation 

So arise oh compatriot youth 

The time is now! 

To take the Mantle!!.

Nigeria at sweet sixty

Yet no unity but disunity

We call white racist

But black are full of racism 

Calamities befall communities

When diversity have caused divisibility

No love, no serenity

We need a federation not a confederation

It will be a sweet sixty and eternity

Only if we celebrate the past and innovative the future now.

© Balogun O. Matthew 🖊️

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