SAVE THE SLUM #WOWAfrica by Sunsampaul Egwu Philosopher
Words give me wings to fly in this world.
My words come with punchlines
to wet your mind,
to focus on those in the slum,
that need your help.
I’m tired of waiting
for the melancholic news,
our tears and blood has failed to break.
Our truncated imaginations failed to trace
their agonies that split at dust.
But turns our soft swollen eyes to oceans of sorrow.
Our homes now graveyards to mourn our daughters.
As scatterings of stars all over nation watch night race.
Our closed-open eyes harbour the sorrowful stories of sambisa gods.
Let placards embellish streets and shrines to bombard squares.
Let the echoes of our voices not be held by hiccup.
Let not our drop-down tears,
fall on deaf ears, so they won’t say they didn’t hear,
all because of fear.
I’m optimistic that I’ll fight those
who steal sleep out of our eyes.
And even though my dreaming-sleepless night,
refuse to achieve its aim.
I’ll sail through the deadly moon
of our ancestors, to appease the gods of the lands.
Name: Sunsampaul Egwu Philosopher