I can't hide anymore,
the fact behind my burden,
the rise and fall of the nation,
the land of my painful birth,
the home of my unrecognized existence.
Nigeria is mine, Nigeria is ours!
She our pride to be proud!
She is mother to be cherished!
She is our right to defend!
She our nation to build!
But unity is death unburied.
Peace is conflict, and troubled.
Patriotism just history disclaimed.
Anthem sang un-pledged,
with voices divorced.
Just left with history to mourn.
History told neglected,
the war our forefathers fought,
getting our mother a legal marriage.
The wars are gone,
perhaps with the weapons,
the gut, the might, and the spirit.
The joy of 1960 is gone.
The war is no more against the white,
the now is ourselves we fight against.
Arise o compatriots!
Let's awaken this strong flow of emotion.
Forget not to recall,
the labour of Zik and Awolowo,
Belewa and them all who died,
for the legal marriage of our now sick mother.
Again I came an inculcator,
Nigeria is ours to preserve!
Nigeria is ours to serve!
I feel no end to my worries.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem