The Nation Poem by Olawale Oluwole

An ageing mother bends to feed her son
And whispers dignity — unheard, unsung.
The world parades in masks before her spun,
With eyes that spit where reverence once clung.

Her sweetness choked by decades locked in fright,
A nation hijacks freedom in its name,
Turning shackles to a borrowed right
Decorating tyrants steeped in shame.

At every table, sin is passed as food,
They mock, they plunder, choking on their lies,
While still the soil remembers every wound
And swims in red beneath indifferent skies.

Yet still she walks in garments torn and foul —
Who dares to stop the avalanche of blame?
Who dares to lift a nation by its soul
And cleanse disgrace from history's name?