Poem: Happy Victims

 By Obrorhie Peculiar Avwerosuoghene

I am a beautiful room

Decorated green and white

Perfect color for vegetation round it

Tattooed painting of Unity, Peace and

Progress

They call me Giant of Africa

Owing to my large economy and

Population increase

Yet at 61, I am still struggling

I am a good oil producer

My ratings are surely no joke

Sales are booming

Yet I buy it's bye products 

They call me a Democrat

Rights! Equality! I uphold

Yet there is bloodshed

Corruption everywhere

I supply light to many

Some have counted stability

All year round

Yet I can't count months

They get to pay levies

For security

Yet crime rates are high

Don't pay and you will be the criminal

All teeth revealed at the

Sight of light, like it not their right

Praises! Confusion! All these thrown

When it lasts for long

We pretend that everything is okay

When it is not

We are the victims

Yet we smile

                                          

Peculiar Avwerosuoghene Obrorhie is a student of Delta State University, Abraka. Where she studies English and Literary Studies. She has written several poems and has been published in different magazines.