I know I have been laid on the ground.
Flogged and pushed into the mud of corruption.
I know! I know!
I have been broken and shattered by forces of religious and ethic violence.
My clothes have been torn into shreds of disunity.
My back has been engraved with stripes which wer made by the whips of nepotism.
I was pushed into the mud.
I was made to roll in it.
Oh! My garment has been soiled.
Rolling and wailing as I gasp for breath.
I was dying!
Who can help me!
Cause my own has deserted me.
My own has abandoned me.
I am now an object of ridicule.
I am now in the forefront of shame and reproach.
But I have hope!
For I know someday I will pick myself up from the mud.
I will fight down my adversaries.
I will be beautiful again!
For someday, my own shall abandon their selfish desires!
My own who clamoured for brotherly blood shall repent.
And all shall love me again!
Ye slothful ones abandon your indolent ways.
To the perverted criminals be corrupt no more!
For I will be an object not of ridicule or shame, but of honour.
I will be a golden vessel of honour.
Yes I know!
Someday I will rise again!
©Oro Ewoma Great
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