I speak of a country by the Niger river,
I speak of a people, forlorn yet jocund.
I speak of a nation, innumerable like the stars in the galaxy.
I speak of a people, gifted by Mother nature, cursed by the gods.
I speak of a people, wealth is limitless yet poverty looks sternly at her.
I speak of a people, united but divided.
I speak of a country, walking with giant strides, yet live like Lilliputian.
I speak of a country, independent but in chains.
I speak of a nation, she beams her rays on her neighbours yet under the cover of darkness.
I speak of a country, whose arms wide open to welcome all in warm embrace yet her sons are fugitives.
I speak of a country, who protects her neighbours but her daughters live in the shadows of fear in their fatherland.
Tuesday, October 1, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: freedom,independence,independence day