Ambassadors of poverty

Ambassadors of poverty are The political elites In air conditioned chambers And exotic cars With tearful stories of rip offs Tucked away fromTheir impoverish constituencies Lying prostrate
With death traps for roads
Mud for water
Candle for light
Underneath trees as schools
Rat for protein
Fasting as food
And alibi as governace

Ambassadors of poverty are The able-bodied men on
the street Without motives,without vision,without mission Men fit for the farm But glued to the city Hungry and desperate Constituting willing tools in the hands Of political overlords For mission of vendetta Against political foes In their fight for power

Ambassadors of poverty are
All of us whose in-actions
Steal our collective joy
Because of what we should do
Which we never do
As we bargain away
Our conscience in the market place
Under the weight of poverty
To assuage our hunger
And our master’s will
Are we sitting down and doing nothing? Have we asked ourselves which way forward .We were told we youths are the leaders of tomorrow,have we asked ourselves when that tomorrow will come? What are we doing to stop the corruption,it is said that if we can’t stop it then we should join in,for how long are we going to continue joining in. A journey of a thousand miles begins with a step,we can change this by taking that first step,a step where we have a choice,a step where we fight for our rights,a step where we start voicing out our opinions,you might say they won’t listen, yes they won’t listen and the reason is because it’s only few of us that are bold enough to let our voices be heard but when we stand together in unity trust me they(the government) will be forced to listen.

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United we stand divided we fall.we shall change our great country Nigeria.