Heal Nigeria Poem by Adams King

Bare bodied
feverish spirit
scars from whips
cheetah like skin

Blood dropping
from fresh wounds
mixed with hardship sweat
and sorrowful tears

Crumbled crown
head on the ground
to feed and drink
from dirt and dust

Weeping women
crying children
mourning men
our daily anthem

Thoughtless tyrant
ruthless rulers
looting leaders
senseless sons

Falling feathers
Famine fever
fastened fetters
foolish fathers

Hurt and helpless
all lustre lost
dark is our world
and so is our curse

protesters protesting
preachers preaching
political propagandist
slaughtered secessionist

Bandit breaking
bombers bombing
kidnappers kidnapping
religion rottening

The guns and guts
cold-hearted killings
the deadened unity
tribal drums of war

The greens are grey
we're weak and withered
The white, bloodstained
Lord, heal Nigeria