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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