Suffering from running nose, bloody vomition and protractile diarrhea
A nation with abundant human and natural resources
Blessed like no other
People talking and always criticizing the government
Who is the government?
The one at the helms of affairs?
Or he who dominates with his selfish ideas
Who turns black to white by his order
Why is this so?
A baton handed down from generation to generation
The babies' hopes are dashed
As poverty is bequeathed to the innocent generation
Yet, they say arise O compatriots
Nobody willing to die for her
The faithful designer of her flag is blinded by poverty
Deserted by friends and family in Ibadan
At the centenary anniversary, after a zillion mistakes
The flag reinforcing her sense of pride
The designer is remembered an given a taste of her honey
With tongue licking his lips he relishes, wondering where he had been all along
We love the status quo
Few rich, many poor
Things may never change
Until the giant of Africa is sapped of all her honey
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem