This is a poem about the goings on in Nigeria. Where the people in power are oppressing the down trodden.

Suffering and smiling
yes, that's what
I am doing now.
I must not look dejected
In the face of hunger.

When retrenched, I came home silently
Bearing my fate with hope,
I know the dust will settle.

My father's kiosk
Was bulldozed off the streets
He bore his fate with bold face

My mother suffered same agony
A small eatry of hers was
Pummelled to the ground.

Our source of daily bread is battered
what alternative for our hungry stomach

Our leader asked my hand in the farm,
But, am hungry, angry
And gnashing my teeth in pains.

Emeka Chike Nwogu