There is no Spain – in heaven,
And no Nigeria – in heaven.
And nothing that you are completely plagued with –
No Russia, no Italy, no body.
And there is no job – to talk about!
And no passports, no sex harassment,
No all these wars with idiots around.
And paints are there of quite other colours.
Heaven is meant for saints! So surprised you mentioned Nigeria! Good poem! ! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
loving the last line, it sums your poem up nicely.