From a distance I behold the dark,,
To get close comes with great task,,
Inside of me I hear the sound quack,,
If only I can give the sight a sack,,
With great desire but the courage I lack,,
It all appears to be stark,,
Now desiring to pull pressure against the dark,,
Yet I can't clear my mind off the task..
What I behold, I can't explain,,
The height too tough to attain,,
My ideas I can't contain,,
The clear vision too faint to remain,,
If only my strength I can maintain,,
Then all knowledge of the sight I shall obtain,,
Now in dismay I can only call for rain,,
Yet all that appear I can't sustain..
Deeper I look to the wager,,
With no clue of the danger,,
Taking on every record pager,,
Every second I keep wanting to be the changer,,
But my brothers seem like strangers,,
From all sides our home is endangered,,
Now, no option cos motherland remains my chambers,,
Yet I Alone can not change the faith of Nigeria.
By
Maryjacob Okwuosa
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