Land of Irony

©2010 Louis Ochuko Ehwerhemuepha
We live in a land of irony
      Where we are ruled in freedom
      A beautiful murky freedom
      Our floors are made of gold
      Our rivers silver.
      Yet fortunate is one with one square meal.
      We wallow in the pages of the Bible
      We dress with the pages of the Koran
      But our tongues are snakes
      Our hands machetes
      Our feet made of hot numb iron,
      We have an enormous land size
      Yet we drink blood every nook and cranny
      And still never have a home.
      We fell trees after our drilling
      And still cannot carve a splinter.
      We are blessed so much
      But we are sinking in a quagmire of curses.
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