Nigeria...
a feeling of deep nostalgia,
great reduced to grass,
fame that came to pass,
the first that turned to last,
Our hope we saw apass,
euphoria short but past...
Her voice from deep beneath,
a pit afull with filth,
She calls, do we obey...
or go forth our merry way..
We sang and danced away,
it is time to stop and pray,
She calls.. Please obey,
as this is the only way.
martinabazie.
1 comment:
Hmm...! What else can I say but rather give an applaud to poet I ve' know from the past. Nice one. And please do obey Her call to pray.
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