My Nigeria Poem by Samuel Segun Toluwalase

May the good lord prosper you
May your womb bear more sons
May your breasts produce more milk
That we me fuel your cars and engines

Under the scorching sun of noon
When she seeks shelter from your wound
Inflicted by your sin sick sons
May the good lord provide her the moon

O ye sons and daughters
Let her find rest. Let her.
Let are quaking voice simmer down
Let smiles ease away your inflicting frowns

You that have read and heard
You that is single or have put to bed
Let your mother flourish, let her live up to her name
My Nigeria