Black in my poem represents the dark and hueless of hope citizens are anticipating in the future, through the presence.

After so many centuries upon centuries when our bodies have all been laid down beneath the land, a page shall flip where it would be written that, once upon a time, a God-blessed country existed where natural resources were abundantly like poverty wouldn't be a word to be known by her citizens.

An avenue where those with visions to make a change were deprived of power to rule.

A state proclaimed to be a democratic one but found to be governed by those thirsty for power that no water could quench than just to gain it by all means. And in the end, giving back to themselves after spending much on the process of obtaining the mantle of leadership.

Once elected into office, the Elites forget the obligatory assignment of being in charge of the followers, denying them pleasures!

TO BE CONTINUED.