A Sonnet: The Bane Of Nigeria Nation Poem by Von Klassique

We 're just creatures of existence.
We scorn each other over our own belief.
What a sorry and sad circumstance,
In peace and harmony we will never live.

North or south, we 're one blood
Tied with a common goal and vision,
but never living in one accord.
Entangled in favoritism and discrimination.

Together scorn and disdain loom
Not giving Unity or harmony a room,
But comfortably accommodating acrimony.
Like a calamitous groom and bride,
Religious and tribal dichotomy
Has disrupted our lives!