Nigeria 1

Nigeria is this you the golden eagle Feeding on dried vegetation with wings in black Once like Isaac in sight of Abraham A rose in the hands of jezebel thou are Could that be you so lean as if HIV positive Infected by unfaithful partners of yours That prefer thy quality to that of leprosy hands Oh! What a paradoxical life Can you ever grow Inspite of all this Like the great Iroko tree in my village But if the red cap, the talking drum And the great amara eaters will come toge’er with one voice And say like the biblical Jesus, “stand and walk” I know that thy bone shall rise again.