Things changing on land and sea
Is this a holy thing to see?
In a rich and fruitful land
Smudged by the devil's filthy hand
The rains does their crop so fine
And their sun does ever shine
Soulful! cry the hungry poor
Denied of the blessing of heaven-pour
Is this a thing to take delight?
Greedy leaders in saintly white?
Under the shade of evil wings
Our hallowed chambers, their boxing rings!
Is this a righteous thing to hear?
Children murdered at night and clear?
Is this a lovely piece to write?
Bail for the rich jail for poor?
Nigeria is never poor a home
It's blessed today and days to come
But from political and religious misdeeds
Oh! The innocent masses bleeds.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem