How Beautiful She Is - Poem by hezekiah iliya

Who is she a friend asked?
What has she done to make you hers?
Will she be your final bride?
I stopped him and said
She is mine to look at
She is ours to have
She is mine to help
She is ours to protect
Who is she, he still asked?
My country, my friend
With beauty she was born
By great men she has grown
To a beauty every man will fight for
To what end still curious to know
To defend her pride to stand by her
And don't take her for a ride
Not even a spin?
Take a look outside the window
She is without a husband but not a widow
She is my country
Is she not too old for you?
She is old but still my age
The day I was born
She had her old garments torn
To a mark and a target
To a real change I now stand
To walk with her down the aisle
As a bride with pride
With her gown pure white
And her ground forever green
She is my country NIGERIA