My head beats at this realization.
i, a victim of dictatorship
created by the society i constitute.
my mothers, fathers, brothers, sisters
Just like today, is yesterday.
i still see the sun as it walked away,
the wind still slaps my face,
promise still under rug.
Yes we all see
But believe what we will,
For all that we have
little we may accept.
again and again, my heart breaks.
as memories flash, my heart aches.
the pain only grew worse
to God alone is known,
Black and white is all that you are
Among many beautiful colors that there are
Blue, green, yellow and red
And all the colors of which you have read
In our live mistakes are a daily threat
Inevitable as the scourge of death
Those words you speak arise from your breath
The after thought seldom yields regret
There was once a man named john
His wife was called the don
By those whose advice she had turned down
Her voice was as loud as a Dane gun
Behold the stare in thy eyes
Beautiful as roses spread out for miles
Undermine the beauty of butterflies
A glow over thy face as fire flies
Nigeria my country
Drowning in a pool of her blood
Spilled by her children
Nigeria, my country