More Than Just a Country
We have felt the sting of pain;
endured the promises of empty gains.
Our patience has passed through the fire;
our strength, hope, and desire.
The world has laughed at our misery;
a show of sheer daylight mockery.
Nations turned their backs on us;
in tears we rode our lonely horse.
Drums of war threatened our peaceful air;
tribalism attacked our weaknesses to bare.
Some predicted our division with scorn,
others doubted the rising of our morning sun.
But today, we stand on a united hope;
marching through history without thoughts to elope.
We have seen the worst on our land;
nothing can tear us beyond the last band.
We’re more than just a country;
we are the honey in Africa’s poetry.
In honour we’ll rewrite our lost story,
giving hope in place of selfish glory.
We are Nigeria; king of Africa!
Our culture stands tall without any replica.
We shall flourish beyond water and sand,
to preserve our home - our beautiful fatherland.
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