My Nigeria Poem by Olusegun Sotade

Dear Nigeria, The Giant of Africa.
How bitter are the tears caused by barriers
that make you slobber in slumber
of slough in which fertile areas buried their careers?
 
Remember the arrears you owed our fore-fathers
for contributing ideas as agenda to make your glory appear.
How can the cheers for my dear country disappear
when Jehovah is Lord over the birth-place I bear?
 
No place on the face of this earth
can erase the phrase of love in my heart
for the grace that establishes my race in outstanding art
of melanin-blaze to raise the glory of God's act.
 
Loving you always is what I'm good at.
'Virtue of honour' is what I wish to add
as the likes of Ngozi Okonjo-Eweala and Anthony Joshua in global ads.
And numerous were Nigerians who followed the same path.
 
You are not weak by the wig of corruption.
All you need is a dig of correction
in the league which will get rid of temptation
of theft-deal to rig your standing ovation.
 
So wake up to take up
the post baked for your stake.
I become sick for your sake,
for I want your stick to become a tree that wind cannot shake.
 
Nothing can take away the diadem of your anthem,
not even the mayhem your enemies affirm.
Giant of Africa is the firm
from which your productive items earned their global fame.