Who will hear our story?
Who will see our drama?
Who will listen to our plea without scorn?
Trivial posture on us by our lustful leaders
...
As you have left
My heart has changed its beat
It pounds so hard
In reminiscence of yesterday
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Nigeria
My Nigeria
Nigeria mother of great leaders in the heart of Africa
Nigeria our compatriots fought her independence fifty years ago
...
Should I uphold my thought?
It makes my heart fret
Should I fail my conscience?
Holding me not to quit
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The rain is gone.
The sun is set.
The breeze has come.
But my love is gone.
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It is a year you faded away
To a place I cannot venture living
But your voice re-echoes
I wish I will meet you again
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We stood at a cross-road
Each deciding on which to take
Suddenly to lifted the lamp of love
Then we saw this way you lead
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Little child
What’s your hope?
In this wild wide worry world?
How can your reach your dreams
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I am proud of you father
You gave me all I need
I have no cause to bother
Your care is love indeed
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Nigeria Pain
Who will hear our story?
Who will see our drama?
Who will listen to our plea without scorn?
Trivial posture on us by our lustful leaders
Stealing from home
Painting neighbors’ houses
While we live in huts
Yet brag to be greener.
If we yell aloud of our pain
This rises by wake of the sun
Won’t ears shut at our undeserved experiences?
Meted on us by our lustfully-desired ambassadors.
Which ear will give us audience?
For we cry in the midst of plenty
Which man will desire our identity?
We preach unity
But how united do we stand
We stand by the tripod
One yet to serve
Two clutch to power
Silently stealing steadily of our black blood
Which dead will smile at death
Listening to the wail of her children
While left with variety of dishes
What heart can carry this entire burden?
And never would break down.
Izuoma Ibe