Oh My Beloved Motherland
How I wish you are far and near
A place I can disappear to appear
In a jiffy as provocation mounts high
Just like a stinking mountain rubbish
That makes someone sick
How I wish you are an appetizer
To stimulate the hunger of my heels
Touching my head as I run to you
Or can you make me thirsty?
Thirsty of what, the scarcity of the
Abundant of milk and honey that has
Been a curse rather than a blessing?
I craved for the gentle juicy soft of my
Mother’s breast When I was a little baby
Her laps which I sit were softer than a
Pillow that a new-born baby’s head lay
Her comfort triggers a restless mind
When away from her unbroken cord of love
I never dream to be an alien when
I have the warmest of her embrace
The pride of the childhood has gone
Gone with the winds as years goes by
The ever standing breast is now flat
The juicy soft nipples are hard and dry
Her soft laps are covered by spikes
A propeller has acquired her unbroken
Cord of love chasing her sons and
Daughters farther away from home
In their heart now, to be an alien
Is a priority dream they wish to be
Because there is no place to call
home anymore
Franklin Ezeka
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