To Nigeria

    Good morning mother
    Blessed are you among many
    A jewel, a precious stone
    Placed upon you is a responsibility
    I bid you to gird your loins
    For your youngings which suckled at your bosom
    Have grown.

    You have shown much Philoprogenitiveness
    But hate spurned their hearts;
    One brother against another
    With a gun, gunned down
    A son of one’s youth.
    A head is but a cork,
    Pulled out to spill the red wine
    That sustains

    We sons that went prodigal
    Here beseech thee
    That you not lose hope
    That you remain fervent in believe.
    Look not upon our rebellion
    But pray we find the lost path
    Indeed, in thee we find strength for
    tomorrow
    Tomorrow is not what is coming,
    For tomorrow has begun.

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