How can an eagle that was born to fly sit in a coop lonely and feeble?
How can a flower that sprout to blossom now wither and fade away?
Not to talk of a star that was created to glitter now rest in the milky way lusterless
Shall the sun continue to slumber, when it is dawn already?
What if I call you the priest and not the good Samaritan?
What if I call you the evil step mother and never the beautiful Cinderella?
What if I tell you that depression is now a butcher bird that impales its preys?
What if I tell you that my country is now a war torn city with walls painted
With the blood of saints?
In my head I reminisce it all
How my deafening silence sealed the fate of the voiceless, now my pen bleeds with ink from the ocean of guilt
Now my pen speaks for its better late than never
For my eyes I can see clearer
The pervasion of justice, the acquittal of the culprits
The subjugation of the minority, emboldens the clout of the majority
This is not democracy but hypocrisy
My eyes have seen the double standards
My ears have heard the contradictions
The incarceration of patriots and activists, the celebration of villains is the new trend
And I ask when will all these torturous trails end?
The trafficking of humans, the escalation of rape cases
The deafening silence of the voice of reason rubs mud on our collective faces
This nation is a giant penitentiary
Where there’s no justice and equality
With pain I paint it all,
The failure of a poetic being feeling hapless
I fight to bid farewell to my comfort zone
As I embrace the purpose of my truest calling – I rise.
Samson Kefas Galadima is a vibrant young poet who hails from Gombe, in North-eastern Nigeria. He is a student of Business Adminstration in Gombe State University. He enjoys writing, music, stimulating conversations, creative think tanks and adventurous travels. He is currently the President of Creative Club, Gombe State University.