To PMB*

Poesy of Dwindling Faiths
 By Ibrahim Olalere

Coughs
Our tongues 're sour at accolades
15 million bones of support now solemnly ache
And some are sick of change
Dwindling in hope and faith

Scoffs
Like this time during  'Buhari's' days
A thousand naira can't win our hunger games
So we sigh at every derica of grains
See how much they cost and how much we make

In short
Our oily crave remains a loyal bane
While patriotism finally turned savage
Abductors, computer sorcerers are back again
Alas, Nigeria is in grieve, in pain



Its tough
Still believing in your name
The Messiah, Baba we used to Sai
Until the economy put us to shame
And some to grave


©Poesy 06-08-2016
University of Lagos