Oh God;
Are you still close to us?
We are beginning to rust.
Please don’t punish us with your rod
For we are close to dust.
Early morning to hustle,
Still no plate in the basin.
Our hearts bleed
Because there are no more tears to cry.
The girl child is being raped,
The boy robbed.
Even the wind
Carries about aggravating odours.
The sky joined us
To cry.
Even the trees wept.
No joy in the hood,
For our rivers are dry.
Oh God,
Hope you are still close to us,
For we are close to dust.
But I still believe
God no go shame us.
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