NIGERIA
Nigeria is this you the golden eagle
Feeding on dried vegetation with wings in black
Once like Isaac in sight of Abraham
A rose in the hands of jezebel thou are
Could that be you so lean as if HIV positive
Infected by unfaithful partners of yours
That prefer thy quality to that of leprosy hands
Oh! What a paradoxical life
Can you ever grow in spite of all this
Like the great Iroko tree in my village
But if the red cap, the talking drum
And the great amara eaters will come toget’er with one voice
And say like the biblical Jesus, 'Stand and Walk'
I know that thy bone shall rise again.
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