LONG LIVE NIGERIA!
“From whom….from ourselves?”
Our country reeks of injustice and corruption,
even the stink is the aroma of our daily dough.
We wine and dine at the table of penury,
and our children’s bones wax stronger on the elixir of pollution;
we bleed and yet we smile.
Saints are mixed with sinners,
every sinner is a saint in the eyes of his own;
sinners are masters of their craft,
and saints are slaves of their prayers.
We thrive on sins and boast of shame;
every act is right so long it brings dough to the table,
as every sinner is right to judge sinners in a coven of sins.
Our brothers draw swords against each other in the name of senseless doctrines,
they claim, “it is for the salvation of our souls”;
then I wonder how many souls would be saved if all are murdered,
for I have heard not where a soul saviour murders the souls,
yet we sit, grin and say, ” that war has not reached me.”
Can we have some sanity at this point?
Our sisters clamour freedom in the face of war,
they cower at every sight of blood,
yet, they choose not to join in the fray;
they crave a country of their own; yes! They crave a face of theirs.
“An independent state of Biafra we want”, so they dream,
then I question their loyalty and valiant minds.
Is this story not meant for cowards?
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When a crime goes unpunished, the world is embarrassed,
when a wrong is unavenged, heaven looks down saying ” shame!”
This insurgency is against humanity not the leaders,
then I wonder if insurgents understand “insurgency”,
yet, the leaders offer ” Amnesty” for a crime committed against humanity;
then I question the motive of “Amnesty”.
Would the leaders offer Amnesty if insurgency were against them?
Wake up Nigeria!
All that will be left of our brave bodies is the pride our children feel when they speak our names,
Wake up mother,
we are the toughest beings that survive the toughest of being.
We are fire in our heart,
cast your difference aside and Speak in one language,
for by this we shall conquer the war.
We have no second home but heaven,
this is our fatherland
and we are here to stay.
A prose-poetry as written by