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Apr 2019
I can feel
the pain and
vibes of our
people and nation.
I see their
suffering and
humiliation.
I can sense
their anger.
I know their
helplessness.
I also have
a taste of
the sour soup
as my dinner.
I know what
it feels like
to be rich
yet so poor.
To be thirsty
in the midst
of so much water.
What can i
say about the
people who were
massacred in numbers
at their own
backyard because of
their own garden.
I'm speechless to
describe the
hopelessness felt
at the sights
of those horrendous
moments that i
can't help myself
but weep.
It is that bad,
because the problem
of that problem
is the problem.
©2019,Emeka Mokeme. All Rights Reserved.
Emeka Mokeme
Written by
Emeka Mokeme  M/Nigeria
(M/Nigeria)   
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     Perry and ymmiJ
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