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Green or Grey Nigeria Photo Credit: https://www.dreamstime.com/stock-photo-tree-growing-old-dead-dying-rotted-tree-image-symbolizes-rebirth-reborn-new-birth-overcoming-obstacles-image68357891 She was once proud, the home of gods and royalty. Now, people under her care depend on charity. If they are not displaced, they live in fear. Conflict up North, robbery down South. Terrorism coated with religious biases, And armed with ethnic prejudices. Who will paint her vibrant green white and green? True peace will not remain an elusive dream. Nightmares will not hunt me if I stay awake. I may be slow but I am far from weak. She has become drier than the Atacama Desert. Water and life only appear as mirages. She has become like quicksand. Struggle and go down faster. Fight the wind at your peril. To your ever-sure doom. Who will paint her vibrant green white and green? Poverty cannot continue to reign supreme. To me, 'dawn' is but minutes away. Alive! ...

The Lunacy of Inaction Credit: https://clipartxtras.com/categories/view/4d94fde5e5e890bed9148d2e7dc39cb7b853ae85/wolf-eating-clipart.html Various packs of wolves are hunting and gathering prey. Prey so many to feed generations unborn. Ravaging one deer, then two, then thousands. Several groups are doing it. The bandwagon effect continues. But greed will fade when the deer act differently. Like fast trains with no brakes, the hunters are rampaging. Gunning down pigeons. Ignoring wolves and hyenas. Preaching of lack whilst their pot bellies are jiggling. Eating up everything like a restless volcano. But greed will fade when the pigeons act differently. The commanders are puppets to the highest bidder. Who prefer that the voices from their subjects stay on mute. Trading people for less than silver is more routine than breathing. The quality expected from their job is now a mirage. But greed will fade when the subjects act differently. Greed will ...

Poor but Strong Credit: https://openclipart.org/detail/240490/poor-mother-and-kids Like a driftwood, she is rocked around by life Daily hustle barely provides her food She consumes garbage with gratitude Her empty pockets limit her plans to a day She prays for the warm summer But, Antarctica becomes her lover She prepares for the cold weather But, she is embraced by the desert heat Each new dawn comes with a fresh cycle of thorns And no one seems to care if she crashes and burns Suffering clothes her as the flesh clothes bones The gate to wealth is more guarded than Alcatraz She is accustomed to grovelling and begging With every benefactor attempting to take advantage Crumbs embedded inside layers of manipulating Further compounding the odds against her Reality of lack has even made her so brittle Constant fever remains her pain relief Frequent dementia fuels her hope for a better future She has realised that she has only ‘her’ to alleviate ‘her pain’ Wh...