So great and succulent they are; the 
grasses here in the shores of Nigeria, 
pure with an umbrella of sovereignity; 
I have seen the green grasses of Nigeria.
I have seen the elephant grasses at home; 
a peck of abundance they are built together, 
I have sit with the Hibiscus down the street; 
unity is their core value standing for men.
They are the drum war of the anarchist, 
a culture preserver, gainer of hope drive; 
trust of  doctors, imaginations of  poets, 
Birds abode showering nomadic wish; 
I have seen the dream grasses of Nigeria. 
I have seen the grasses of mother Nigeria, 
with skills to change the Lead men in town, 
they are pens man to redraw the earth's beauty; 
I know the grasses planted in Nigeria's fields.
It chased the sun into a-hiding in the noon, 
waving with hands singing of praises, 
rain tapping on their palms to create peace; 
I have seen the beautiful grasses of Nigeria.
I know the grasses of Nigeria surroundings, 
I have the grasses of Nigeria gallantly created, 
green tendrils-sprouting with a pretty rain drops, 
making our nights a-chilling and young lovers
Cuddling freely with no shame in their eyes.
(C)  John Chizoba Vincent
      Vincent Of Vincent 2016
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                    