"The Saviours "
On the Wake of independence,
A strange coldness was poured on emaciated souls.
Then came the goosebumps
The trepidation,
The uncertainties
Which plagued the tender nation spreading so fast like a ravaging pandemic
Through the fabrics of her soul.
Black swiftly became white
As truth glaring became lies
The night settled finally with its full weight
As bleeding feet scamper aimlessly in the enveloping darkness.
Yet the nation trudge on
Despite losing her two eyes
The blind led the blinds
To walk the thorny path of democracy.
Here and there,
Ambushes were laid on this wounded nation
By men of uniform
To wrest power through the guts of bullets than the ballot...
But She fought tirelessly,
Smeared severally in bloody coups,
And fierce protests;
Her heroes fell and others rose
Until she escaped into the waiting arms of thieves in rich caftans and lofty campaign promises.
THE SAVIOURS who saves us not.
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