Treasure Island

john chizoba vincent

(18 may 1990 / Aba, Abia stae)


Nigeria of my dreams,
Where the giants are challenged by the dwarfs
And the flowers shall be given freedom.
Dreams of the toddlers shall not be shattered away.
Each day will never sweat our bodies dry and
Flies will never cling on our back.
The sun fierce and scorching, shall be warm,
There shall be no more burning of the heat of the day.
No more the dread of the hungry wolves
But only stories of valour on a fruitful land.
There shall be constant light, good roads, pipe borne water.
And the pretenders shall express love to their humble land.
Advance fee fraudsters shall repent,
Hunger shall never dwell in the street.
Nigeria of my dreams,
Where Hopes shall be seen in the mirrors smiling.dead educational sectors resurrected.
O, when look at the leadership of Nigeria,
All i can see is leaders that are hungry for power,
Eager to kill to retain power, Epileptic And constant
Privatization of energy and hoodlums of salvaging our oil.
They shall be no more.

Submitted: Thursday, July 03, 2014

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