Is this peril perceived?
Our ship is steering sterile,
And our nation staggers into doom.
Yet, none cares if it perishes!
This plane will soon crash,
Continuing in this sameness,
Into abyss where hope is ‘clearless’-
Only the teller of time will tell.
Let’s mourn this nation now
For though it stands still, it’s fallen!
Then let us grieve for ourselves
Because we know we are sick
This is another Ku Klux Klan
Adamant to holding fast,
Ushering us to a peril!
Written by: Friday Emmanuel
Edited by: Kukogho Iruesiri Samson