The fragments of diverse norms and traditions,
Scattered around the entity.
Glued by the colonial greed,
branded with a label, Ni-ge-ria.
We are not one, we are not one,
Since 67 till date.
For oneness is our strength,
Like lions to their prey.
Tribalism and nepotism you should kill,
for in their hands the keys to division.
This heritage of our forefathers,
Never a campaign to disunity,
but an instrument of love and harmony.
Come together, come together.
Let hands wash hands,
In the river of unity and peace.
forget the hatred of the night,
and focus on the fragrance of Unity.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem