THE HEART WILL NEVER FORGET

Victor Micah Moses

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The naira-drunken, fat-bellied hogs 

with buried consciences; disguising

in angel-veneer, adorned with cloaks of honesty

They travel in black-tinted SUVs,

The Poli-trickers, with mesmerizing smiles, 

and innocent faces. The Mis-Siahs (messiahs)

They hatch eloquent speeches, 

with their sugar-coated tongues,

always chanting same catchphrase,

once heard, reheard, and overheard

"Vote for change!"

Alack! Alack! 

A bait into

Another round of agonizing exile

In the trough of millions, they feed and

drink from a glass made of honeycomb,

while millions of fingers dine with hunger

and drink their bloody sweats

With every street they passed

With every song they played

With every (re)appearance they made

With scent of their previous passage

The heart will never forget

With daily breads seized

The countless breaths ceased

—without a final remark; 

The seeds of dreams buried

down on sterile grounds 

The scars cut so deep inside, 

The pain so deeply soothed,

The heart will never forget