NIGERIA AT 58

NIGERIA

She was made to dance to the rhythms of struggle

Under the icy rain of sorrow

Her tears synchronized her fears

Her reality, her worse nightmare

Days upon days her children cried

Starved under the saboteurs' care, some lost their lives

In anger she arose,

For the wailing of her people continued to grow

Seeds of courage she began to sow

Harvesting bravery in the hearts of her sons and daughters

After years of being unequally yoked with misery

She broke forth into her first solo;

"Nigeria we hail thee"

Her royal apparel Green with white embroideries

Nature kissed her goodluck

Endowing her richly for her journey

From her liquid gold to her fertile soil

Her land did overflow with milk and honey

For a while, she basked in peace and harmony

But drums of war soon sent her running

When the storm was over

She pulled herself together forging ahead

A house divided against itself cannot stand

Her children did not understand

Gunshots were as messages from gongs

Her garment, torn

Dipped in a pool of red

The world laughed as they read

Tribes warring against each other

Corruption of the highest order

Her peace they could not maintain

Yet superiority, they all wanted to attain

Arise o' compatriot

Nigeria calls obey

"Unite and be one," she cries

Take a stand and defend her land

Cover her shame and wipe her daunted reputation

Make her proud and hold her head up high

Let every tongue and tribe come together

Mounting up with wings like super Eagles

Soaring higher and higher above obstacles

That even after 58 years she will continue to wax stronger

And head for brighter days

So help us God!

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Author: Favour Bassey