Poetry: Until Change Comes

I was hurt like every other
The facade called fresh air
The deformation spelt transformation
Hell grew hotter from Ota to Otuoke

I screamed my conscience hoarse
Millions betrayed by their own
Some went dark to deny the night
They danced in hell laughing as they burnt

Sentiments are the demons
Your tribes mean nothing
I was an enemy to friends from the south
The truth was a trigger to guns in their mind

Until change comes I stay here
On my knees with my eyes to the hills
Uhuru stuck in my throat I hold my breath
Until change comes.


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