Save The Flag Poem by George Samuel

Solace, right now!
Nigeria ooze.
Makes one think no ac in hell,
The phantom and archives bell;
Has crossed, a warning for the end.
Bring no light skin, my friend,

For the paints peals;
On cracking walls..

Now the heat is old,
And ought to be sold;
Back to back to weary hands,
Not capable to convince a band;
So scorn and rebels,
In this heat you could tell;
Who's wrong,
Or Who's is not strong;
Anymore, for now Nigeria is hot!
Hot like a boiling pot.

If the inferno is of the top,
It becomes a hidden agenda to stop;
A sweet savour for them alone,
The rest programme and clone;
To make it look real,
But internal heat we feel;

Come with water and rain,
Come with icing on the cake;
Come and save us from pain,
We are found in a menacing lake;
Come now and save our dear flag.