Unbroken Dpirit

Stephen Olufemi Omolara

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Friday 30 May 2025

Unbroken Dpirit

Hello—meet my kinsmen,

Men waging hopeless battles just to see the sun rise and fall.

Warriors without weapons,

Wearing hunger like second skin.

Their breaths are ragged songs of pain,

Chanting hymns of survival in a land that forgets its own.

With hollow eyes and scattered hopes,

They roam the streets—

Jobless, restless, voiceless—

Living remnants of broken dreams.

Their hearts once held fire,

Now reduced to smoke in the wind.

Their feet barely grip the realm of the living,

Treading the fine thread between life and oblivion.

They scavenge through the rotten remnants of riches

That once bore their ancestors' fingerprints.

See them—beggars,

Begging for crumbs from the banquet of vultures.

And the vultures? They dine well,

Feasting fat on the flesh of the forgotten.

My brethren walk beneath burning suns

And sleep beneath borrowed skies,

With stomachs speaking louder than their lips,

And tongues too tired to ask "why?"

Their hope is dimmer than the darkest of all nights,

Yet still—they dream.

Still—they pray.

Still—they rise when morning knocks,

Wearing tattered pride like a king's robe.

They speak of Nigeria,

With voices cracked but still tender.

“Our noble birthplace,” they say,

Even as the soil drinks their sweat without reward.

Even as the system chokes them with silence,

And their laughter echoes in empty pots.

These are my people—

Wounded, weathered, but not wiped out.

They sing lullabies to hungry children,

And name them things like Blessing, Destiny, Hope—

As if to dare fate to listen.

We are the chorus of the unheard,

The shadow army of the streets,

Clinging to the edge of dignity,

Carrying the weight of a nation

That refuses to carry us.

So tell the world:

We are not blind to the betrayal.

We are not deaf to the lies.

We are men—still men—

Even in our ruins.

And when the day comes—

When the rain returns to our side of the roof,

We will rise.

Oh yes, we will rise.

With fists unclenched but spirits unbroken,

And we will rewrite the anthem

With verses of justice,

Choruses of truth,

And the harmony of freedom restored.

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