Give Me Nigeria. Poem by John Chizoba Vincent

Hold your tears and
give me this land
I will transform the stones
into wheat and flowers.

A man of action
talks less but acts more,
give me this very country,
I will make her soar higher than the Eagle.

Sundown among men
freedom calls on mountains
we need no more strangers
we can build Nigeria with one man.

Give me an hour to rule
I will make her green greener
make the white purer than ever
give water to those tired horses on her coat.

Give her to me with her pains
I have the cure to her ailments
I can satisfy her sexual urges...
She is not a stranger to development.

Give me Nigeria
then sit and watch me work...
I am not an offspring of greed
what they want is looking at me.


©John Chizoba Vincent.
Cam'god.