A Poem: Speechless pt 2*

The labour of our heroes past
Are all gone into a heartless bomb blast
The beautiful nation we knew
Has been decorated with heartless soldiers in satans curfew

When I hear tidings
Tidings that sends my heart crying
I just begin to wonder
When would the green land be a beautiful wonder?

Bribery at its beautiful peak
Falsehood in the leaders bag that doesn't leak
Smiles of wickedness on my TV screen
Predators in the cloth of a prey, they have been


Tears can't change it
Protests can't stop it
When there's a little pressure
They reluctantly, temporarily wear the cloth of Christ in a measure


Falz can't stop them
Davido can't change them
Only one person can
God, He only, Can


In the River of my sorrow
I decided to, from the Rock, some water borrow
No one can change these Kings that are heartless
So, I retire to the Rock and remain Speechless.

© Daniels Pen ™✍️✍️✍️2020.