NIGERIA'S 52ND INDEPENDENCE DAY POEM

 

 

 

 

52 AND COUNTING

 

52 and counting                                                                                                                1

In spite of the daunting

Our diversity takes glory in our nationhood

 

Yet some query our brotherhood                                                                             4

 

 

 

No sovereign National Conference

Will impress enough on our leaders’ conscience

Not to take in vain the labor of our heroes past

But I look to the people and our land, vast                                                           8

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Blessed beyond comprehension

And pray that we shall not be our own condemnation

But we shall be free from mental slavery

To let our leaders know that they are to serve us unwavering                     12

We are 52 and counting

Despite our enemies’ taunting

Leaving sorrow, tears and blood

 

 

 

 

 

Blowing bombs in the name of no god                                                                   16

They that kill us Nigerians

Shall not be known as Nigerians

Be they leaders, law enforcements or religious bigots

Forever the sun of our lands will know them as idiots                                     20

 

 

 

 

 

For there shall be no doubting

When we shall be counting

How we overcame their daunting

Even as we stood strong amidst their taunting                                                   24

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Nigeria’s call we should obey

For where we choose to disobey

Many shall be the pieces of our land

Not just of religious divide                                                                                           28

The rise of more ethnic nations shall not be divine

Nigeria shall own no land

Our joy shall be limited to piece of lands

 

 

 

 

 

 

And without diversity, the glory of our lands                                                                 32

What a way to pave paradise

For parking lots to accommodate the paralyzed

Nigerians, know the value of what you own

 

 

 

 

We must not celebrate for the oil we owe                                                           36

But the blessedness of the land we own

We must celebrate the democracy we own

Not partisan Politicians we owe

 

 

 

For some choose to sell the rights they own                                                                        40

Arise, o compatriots

Celebrate our mother’s land, o patriots

Even if our leaders lie to us

 

 

 

Let us show them it is their lose                                                                              44

And deny them that which is not their purse

So, shall we in the face of all this celebrate?

In spite of all that is daunting

 

 

 

Yes, with all our hearts, celebrate                                                                             48

Tell of our land that is blessed green

And of our children that are born free

For our father’s banner still stands fluttering

That we are 52 and we are still counting                                                                                52

HAPPY BIRTHDAY NIGERIA!