Nigeria Is Our Country - Poem by Obute Gabriel
Nigeria! ! !
Our mother land
The pride of Africa
The blessed amongst the land
The Nazareth of our people
The tree that unleashes its fruit in its seasons
We’ve seemed not to have known you
But, your blood flows through our veins
Speak the language to our understanding
The waters are becoming more stagnant
The leaves are no longer green
Thorns have withered our soil
Our rooms are getting smaller
Our hopes are diminishing
Farther we’ve tried
The farther it becomes
How long are we going to wait?
How long will generation pass?
How long shall we be tasty of honey?
Like the mountain you have chosen to uphold us
Like a mother you have chosen to breastfeed us
Like the dew you have chosen to shower on us
Nigeria we are still waiting
We all are still waiting
Um….. we are still waiting
Nigeria our mother’s land
Poet's Notes about The Poem
I was inspired by the pain and sufferings of many Nigerian and I am dedicating this poem to God and the hope of this country someday.
This poem was written when I was at home with the thought of the way forward of this country and how to solve this problem of looting madness that has taken the heart of many Nigerians and equitably distribute is resources
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