NIGERIA'S YULETIDE

In Nigeria's land, where yuletide cheer does fade A yearly refrain echoes, "Last year was better made" A curse, it seems, that haunts the present's door As if the past's sweet memories, forever leave us poor The cost of food, a constant woe, does rise A negative trend, that brings tears to sorrowful eyes Past leaders, revered, as if their wisdom, we can't replace Does this mean Nigeria's well, of good people, has run dry, and lost its pace? Should we forever pine, for bygone days of old? Prefer the past's faded glory, to the present's tale, yet untold? Fuel and transport costs, a burden, we can't define Monopoly's grip, so tight, it chokes the poor, and makes them decline The price of meat, a luxury, few can afford to buy Yet salaries stagnate, as if frozen, in a bygone sky Oh, Nigeria, land of promise, when will thy people thrive? When will the yuletide season, bring joy, and not just a survival to stay alive?