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"I Grieve"

Updated: Nov 9




A fan of poetry, I wanted to feature the work of Ogbonna Osita Daniel, a young poet who lives in Nigeria and writes under the psyeudonym Daniel Mentor.


The above is the first stanza of his poem, titled “I Grieve,” which he wrote in 2023 on the eve of elections in his country. The poem ultimately encourages voters to make the best choice.


Here's the full poem:


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I grieve for my country, I grieve


Our eyes have seen our ears


We have eaten of our own dung


Is this curse or blindness?


Blindness it must be in part


'tis emptiness we row


Round and round in futility


While aliens occupy the deck


We know not, we see not


This place is horror, I grieve



But I see


For I am the voice of conscience echoing in the mountains


I see it all


The blood of my country men running in rivulets


The chartered bones of carcasses


The men and women lynched in their own farms


The empty schools whose children


now surfer in the jungles of terror


The travelers who give providence their souls


The rich to his plenty, the poor to penury


I see the glory of my country dying



The youths hopeless


Accustomed to accept the terror thankfully


To stay indifferent


To the cruel constituted kleptomaniacs


I see the citizens blinded


Divided along party, tribe and religious inclinations


But there are those who shout in silence


True compatriots, ultimate citizens


Nevertheless relegated


This place is horror, I grieve



We are besieged by cruel constituted kleptomaniacs


Where vultures hover, rottenness lay


I am the voice of hope beckoning to my countrymen


Arise to this revolution


This is the time to jettison tribal and religious loyalty


Cast your stones to the foundation of a new city


The country of our dreams


Unity must equally be sought


And peace measured by equity


Harken to the voice of conscience calling



Be strong O' youths


You are the lifeblood of this country


Unveil the blindfolds and see for yourselves


Hardship knows no religion nor tribe


Arise O' Compatriots


And though we grieve; this country is ours


We must all harken to the voice of conscience calling


This horror, this grief must end


--Daneil Mentor


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