Eustace Dunn Poems
|1.||The Moody, The Fighter||7/25/2015|
|2.||In The Coolness Of London Winter||7/26/2015|
|3.||Nineteen Fourteen - 1914||7/27/2015|
|4.||Thoughts Of A Discarded Orphan||7/27/2015|
|6.||I Am The Grave||7/26/2015|
|7.||My Precious Rib||7/25/2015|
|8.||My Naija! My Pride!||7/25/2015|
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My Naija! My Pride!
With tearful looks in my eyes,
I still see the world’s spies.
Their mockery spat on my name
Like a sane man that was lame.
But I am not ashamed!
I am not ashamed
For I shall shout aloud among the crowd
Don’t ever think I’ll not to my nation be so proud.
When you call my ‘Nigerian-ness’ from the cloud,
I shall make it fame without shame.
Wherever you come, call and tame my name.
If you speak in my native abroad,
Not to be pensive aboard, I am on board.
Expect my walking up to you to make it broad.
I shall shout a soothing sound “I’m a Nigerian!...