Monday, 10 March 2014

NIGERIA OUR LAND

Dear mother
Behold your children
Crying and wailing
Each day comes with its own fate
Not looking at faces
It smashes its victim

Your stillness is appalling
Soon and very soon
Actions will do the speaking
Youths you know are rouse
Your splendor, oh, your glory
Holds the answer for procrastination

The head oppressing the tail
The tail in malice with the faceless
Rich and poor both victimized
Insurgency pressing to colonize
Injuries, bruises and bloodshed
Callous and unrepentant Aliens

Mother your wealth is overwhelming
Yet no food, no cloth, no shelter
Day to day struggle
Hopefully, still no fulfillment
Mother your fame and endowment
Glued to us as one, yet no love

Written by Madu Ihechi F.

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