Treasure Island

john chizoba vincent

(18 may 1990 / Aba, Abia stae)

NIGERIA OF MY DREAM 2


Nigeria of my dreams,
Where the tortoise shall have a hand shake with the elephants,
The lions salute the fowls and the lizard.
Wolves the goats shall dine together in peace.
Pseudo democrat rewarded in their own coins
And justice shall reign like water within and outside the country.
Nigeria of my dreams,
Where the youths shall have their say any time any day,
They shall be the leaders of tomorrow.
Where poverty shall become an old song among the idle hands
And the currency shall be seen in the gutters all over the place. the national cake shall be shared among the beggars.

Submitted: Thursday, July 03, 2014

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