Poetry

Poetry: Oh My Home

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Oh, my home!

Where will I pitch my tent?

Oil tanker razed my place of rent

The land is hot not even on Fahrenheit

Explosion always, hasn’t it reached its height?

No food, no job, everything is tight

Oh Lord, save us from this hell before hell,

And bring back our home.               

Oh, my home!

My corridor is not even safe

Cattle on a rampage every day to get our farms shaved

Herdsmen turned killer squad, is that how they used to do?

Different stories on the tabloid, they think we are all a fool

Terror morning, noon & night, our soldiers are confused too

Oh Lord, save us from this Armageddon

We are tired already.

Oh, my home!

Nowhere to put my bed

Flood taking our homes, who do we beg?

He has promised not to wipe the world again with water

Are we supposed to make it worse from being better?

Hmm! This is a case of man having a hand in disaster

Oh Lord, heal our land

And make our homes a fortress again.

Oh, my home!

My sisters can’t even go to school

The cold room is another dungeon by old fools

How long do we have to put an end to this?

Pastors caught in this hook, many things need to be fixed

Huh! The day draws nearer

For Him that will end all these

And bring us all back home.