North: Wallowing in Paralysing Deceit

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By Usman Al-amin, Ph.D.

In Northern lands where sunsets blaze,
A shadow deepens, dims the days.
Where rivers flow but thirst remains,
And hopes dry out like arid plains.

The light’s gone dim, no power near,
As darkness breeds the constant fear.
Water scarce, though rivers run,
Parched lips pray for rain or sun.

The economy sinks, a weakened core,
As prices climb and dreams are poor.
Poverty lines drawn wide and stark,
While hollow homes drift in the dark.

Insecurity walks on every street,
Where nightfall sounds of quickened feet.
Voices lost in whispers, dread,
Where once strong hearts knew joy instead.

Corruption lurks in shadows cast,
A cycle cursed, repeating past.
While leaders thrive, the people fade,
Their lives a debt they never made.

And still, disease, a heavy shroud,
Wraps around both meek and proud.
Inflation rises, pay stays thin,
A fight where few the victors win.

Yet, in these lands of warmth and sand,
Resilience grows, like seeds in hand.
For while the darkness tests the soul,
Hope remains, a burning coal.

One day, this north may find the dawn,
A brighter path to walk upon.
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