Lorette ' WHERE ARE WE GOING? '

Where are we going?
When things are blowing,
the Lord and sun are ready,
we rest on geography
and we pray it shouldn't  be over
since our future hasn't been undiscovered.

Where  are we going?
Money has derived our joy,
without money, graves will secure enjoyment,
making our society covered with blood.
Now creatures think of producing a bomb
in order to live long.

Where are we going?
Our skin are glowing,
with creams, we are blowing.
We open our tommy praying for glory
but every day things are not flowing.

Where are we going?
Going the days when fathers
will turn farmers.
and projects of the economy keep rhyming.
But now daily activities are murdered
since we live in an uncovered society.
making every creature feel unimportant.

Where are we going?
Going the days creative youths,
every government holding productivity,
men and women thinking of connectivity,
every member of the Society working towards their responsibility
moving  cooperatively
and the Society will wipe out without any offence.

Where are we going?
Things are thinning,
Almagri the street kid walks around with a smile,
yahoo boys rewiring money and oil,
our economy flowing like blood
and every one wants to play toys.

Where are we going?
Nigeria, country of conflict,
every graduate walks around like a convict,
since Independence... Battles of  unemployment,
accidents and unsure coincidence rules the land.
This has emulated our confidence,
poor men allocated to thrash residents .

Where are we going?
Our beauty has turned to beat,
nation that trusts no believe,
our future will soon be relieved
since everyday poor men live with heat,
we forgot our future is blessed with gifts.

Where are we going?
Everyday ladies wear cloth and walk like a naked horse,
men sag their trousers  and walk like warders.
Individuals fail to be bothered,
now things are getting worse.

Where are we going?
Every creature wants an acquired gold
to light up is home.
Nobody cares about the lose!
Lose that loses our heart with fun,
as we cunny and cunny.

Where are we going?
Every one prays to receive dollars,
forgetting failure is build on lost,
only hard works open the door
for everyone to live a life that's full of joy.

Bamidele Ayobami Lukman.
( Talking Pen)

It is clear to understand that this piece wants a redirection of individualism to unity and bright progress in Nigeria.