Dying For Hope - Poem by sholadoye Dada
Lift up your head oh Nigeria!
Land of my forefathers
Sited in the heart of life
At the banks of flowing river
Carried in the arm of angels
Anchored by the roots of trinity
By the wind from a mighty ocean, it stirs
At the turn of the eye
In Africa underneath
Great is your name
How sudden did you go sick?
Land that flows with milk and honey
Fed with bread and cheese
Now has only a beautiful picture
The blood running its vein is sick
Tumor swells in it with speed
Doctors amplifies it sickness
Aliens think you’re well
But the grave of your founders leak
For there was a dream that was Nigeria
You’re at the point of being a martyr
Your greatness is becoming extinct
Ready to be devoured by roaring lions
With worms of the field eating your greenness
Can you ever get well again?
If only you could be redeemed
If only you could pray to the wind
To drive it across the clouds
And weed off the poisons
Who knows, if your cripple could learn to run again?
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