Welcome to the land of the soulless, here no souls rest,
We match to mourn another murdered in silence, where do our screams go ??,
Welcome to the land where dreams dry, and a mother cries for her son on foreign soils,
She did not send him here to die, would not let him come here
Had she known for who would hold her hand, or stroke her face,
Or fill that hole of empty baby space, or who will equate her of her grief.
Welcome to a place where people looses lives in urban streets,
Cops cry, say, begged him not to die,
Defense says he fits the profile,
Righteous say, he never should have drawn gun anyway,
He never should have trap sun anyway,
What are we still doing here anyway still jury say, ****** is justified,
And cops went right to life, while that brother is still without his.
Welcome to the land where justice forgot,
Where we fight battles with the have not's,
Where our blood runs,
Where man sets suns,
Where our trust parts,
Where we come last,
Where we are suspects by those who choose to lead than serve.
Welcome to the place where official open season has been called for all civilians,
Welcome to a land where we don't need a reason,
Welcome to a life of clipped wings,
Aeroplane dreams will cut your life short,
Our dark voice become dark spots.
No freedom songs sung here,
No key for cager,
No place for changer,
This is not a stage for rage here,
Its just confusion here,
Its just frustration here.
So welcome to the land of false hope, and no uniform,
Welcome to my last days of trust in blue,
Welcome to my homely city,
Can i help you ?
I have written this poem behind great inspiration of a sister, a mother, a friend, a role model in poetry Bassey Ikpi~Dialo. All the loses we have in life from our beloved ones leaves a grief in us,..it's human nature.We must embrace where we came from, it here, it home,...welcome.
