Nigeria is fifty two.. The chaos and war that nearly tore my dear country in two.. She is my pride and might.. Our two colours, the green and the white.. This page's honour and its afore foresight.. Our internal struggles and the lost light.. For peace, love and unity shall we clamour and fight.. Soul brothers, we shall surely get there, In unity shall we ascend to those lofty heights.. The story of my motherland's bookshelved nights.. The liege of a knight.. An ode of victory over slights, backbites and plights.. I love Nigeria, et tu? Happy Birthday Mum; Your son The Sage.. Celebration avenue.
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