Joy In Eagles Wings Poem by George Samuel

Joy with two feet,
Dance to my heartbeat,
Make ends meet,
Cheers me up in defeat,
Offering me a seat.

Joy with Eagles wings,
Now, with consolation ring,
Crown thrice as Africans King,
But, this crucial time, you miss your sling.

Joy in a rolling ball,
Headed in a volley by Osimhen, so tall,
Before the sad equaliser, as time falls,
To duty when Nigeria calls,
In loud echoes in every viewing hall.

Joy may find us after eight years,
Waiting in green and white tears!
Hoping to conquer our fears,
To fly our dear flag so dear,
And bring the glory that units us near.