POSHMARILYN POETRY AND POEMS: Hopeful yet Helpless by Abimbola Geraldine Salau.

Abimbola Salau

I wrote this poem thinking about the state of society.Its really heart wrenching to see people struggle and go through all forms of humiliation just to provide daily needs.The poverty rate in Nigeria is so appalling.These individuals need help.For the Love of mankind…

POEM
‘hopeful yet helpless’
In abject poverty and squalor,
They live in immense horror,
You see them from dawn to dusk,
Faces covered in a mask,
The common man who feeds from dirt-bread crust,
The man made from dust,

From sunrise to sunset;they toil,
Tilling the soil,
Praying for rain,
Not reminiscing the pain,
They are of high spirit,even in this difficulty
But who will we find faulty?
Is it those who feed till they are bloated?
While we are starved and repressed,
Is it those converged in the assembly?
While we cry with lips cracked dry!

Alas!
It is that time,
No sooner we believe their lies,
Heads and feet in lines,
You see them with bags and bags,
But here-after we return to our rags,
Hopeful yet helpless!
Again I say! Who will we find faulty?
We need an emancipation of our minds,
An overhaul of our spirit,
In our bodies,souls and hearts,
Then and only then will we be free from these bounds.

By:Salau Abimbola Geraldine.

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