My Country - Poem by Tony Adah
This is my country
The land astride on a tripod
Of the Niger and the Benue
Ample in bounties but hardly enough to go round
Where lilliputs stay put
In the niches crafted by greed
With soaring appetite for what
The hands can not make
Where the visions and dreams of giants
Are eaten raw.
The country spread out it arms
To embrace the citizens
In the vast expanse of the land
And in the hills and the valleys
Greedy men put a shield between
The people and the country.
Our morning song
Has turned into a dirge
And our hope burnt in the scorch
Of the noon sun.
Do not despair my brothers
I am not a prophet of doom
The men our country has spawned
With long appetite will go one day
And our heritage will stare at us
Like the giant granite slabs of Jos.
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