I speak of a country called a giant

One whose shoulders I won't stand on

As its legs have become feeble

I speak of a place

Where two rivers meet

Rivers flowing with blood

The Blood of our brothers

Spilled by our cousins

I speak of fertile lands

That has become battle grounds

I speak of my father land

But not my daughters land

Our daughters are still not back

And no one is searching

They left as children

Returned as mother's

Children bearing children

We failed them

Perhaps there's hope

My cousin would have been 10 today

If there was power in the hospital

He was born at night and he never saw light

We are hungry in the midst of plenty

We feed our neighbours while we starve

Our leaders cheat on us- "their wives"

As they invest in their side chick's abroad

Our birthright was traded for gold

A story untold

Our story is not over

We will rise again

Hopefully!