At Crossroads

Nigeria my Country 
Assailed,buffeted and violated
By evils of unimaginable proportions 
Lies prostrate at the crossroads 

Insurgency an anathema in our country   
Has torn to shreds Our territorial integrity 
Banditry and kidnapping like cancer
Are gnawing at our very existence 

Human lives are more devalued 
Than  our cursed currency 
Nothing looks strange any more
Nothing is certain any more 
The Shepherd has lost control 
And the flock scattered
In all directions 

Don’t cry my beloved country 
Cause help is on the way
Beyond these challenges 
Nigeria looks beautiful 
But woe betide every Partaker 
In this national calamity!

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