The cross we carry

Saidu Bangura, Praia.

We wait.
Still, we wait.
We have been waiting for
this greed to end, to melt.
And we continue to wait
while the state plunders
the resources of the nation,
the resources of the people;
how it voraciously devours
lives into inhumane nirvana
as state actors dehumanise
those they claim to serve
through glutton obduracy;
and how their greed feeds
into our existing fractures,
into our false subdivisions;
and how these become the
hatred and wanton evilness
that ensue from the waiting
we have been made to wait
for this greed to evaporate.

Here I am poetically reporting
the pains we endure waiting to
unburden the cross we carry on
our shoulders, our greedy state,
not the solution we have been
waiting for, we have hoped for.
The more we wait, the heavier
the cross becomes on our backs.