Awake, Nigeria!
It's broad daylight
To consider the parts you unite.
Oh! See parts with injuries
Deterring your giant might.
We'll run for surgeries
To disjoint these infected parts.
Ah! What if it's cancerous
That's spread before we're apart?
This to young and old is riddle,
No one left to be idle.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The giant need to rise up. The physcians must do their best to heal the cancer. Good write, poet.