The faltering steps of a toddler,
A move, then i slip
Where there once were dreams
Now blank, a mind in confusion,
All round, a spin of delusions.
This stifling environment,
Vipers sucking at my dreams,
Leaches, feasting on my ambitions,
Where dreams die, visions turn to vapours
This land! Killer of infants!
The Sprouting seeds of a fresh plant,
Nipped, crushed by a rough wind,
Killer of infants!
Fish in an aquarium, i don’t get bigger than my cage
Give me a little more room, perhaps an ocean,
Some encouragement, perhaps a push
This land, will not kill my dreams.
© shola Amaraibi 2003