Our people see our origin as a curse
Others take to their heels- running-off
Many in penury and poverty in it reside
Quite a few will not trade it for another
Our land is a blessing; a God-given gift
Mismanagement has kept it in degradable state
Faith will make us know this is not our fate
It is not late to start anew on a blank slate
Foreigners with foresight envy us
The dwell among us and make happy lives
They ought to, why not
Fairytales to us are earthquakes and tornadoes
Floods and hurricanes sound fictitious to us
More of natural resources than its curses
Good season, nice weather and climatic conditions
Rain in its time, sun smiling and winter augustly visits
Beautified by people of different languages,
Multi-cultural and ethnic orientations
Still, under one nation we stand
Unified and undivided struggle to co-live
A place with an intellectual jackpot
Where internationally intellectuals are been drawn
From varied areas of specialties they soar high
Computers, mathematics and this I do; literature
Greatness is emblazoned on our faces
Achievement like a seal to our skins
Quest for survival the undertow of our lives
We know we are special however we pretend
World Maker, please sustain Nigeria
God, keep Africa and bless peoples of your world.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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