THE GIANT'S STRIDE BY EBERE VICTOR

Blessings come as pain
Hugging every inch of its lane
Fluttered, rather clustered amiss
My feet writes of the nation's ill
My heart speaks of its glory
I drown in the desert
As the oceans caress my feet
Recession never came
Because hungers climax arose
At this time, our filtrate escape
Nothing near puerile, we blossom
Your wards hear of your faithfulness
The people attest of your goodness
Your works ooze in equity
Gender splits,but either; concurs
Our barren land, now made fertile
Corruption flee, like prey before it's predator
Prices drop, cascading down like the mane of a lion
Wealth soars,to the chagrin of the eagle
The righteous rule as the people rejoice
Bewildered; my sleek eye's seem
Our visions at the crest
No longer creepy,
The vicissitude quite vivid
The strokes of wisdom abide
Whipping correction to defaulters
Our minds chortle in appraisal

Harvest precedes seed planting
The sun's coldness is quite mild
Discordant sounds are priceless
The potter moulds from dust
Hardening its clay with frost
The choir master tries his best
Drilling sweet melodies from empty vocal chords
Irony is bliss, just as it is
Who brings hope, just as it should

                                              Ebere victor