Oh Naija

Tired, weary eyes Seen enough to rest forever Time yet short spent Longer bleak years yet to face Do loaded ears hear? So, float in ecstasy, Eldorado Hard long labor of the past punish Reality of failed plans torment Roads known from old vanished How will the song be sung? The vulture has berthed Copious carcasses waiting to be carted Shells emptied and drained Served on Nigerian high rock Did you ask the legs to run? Acumen and sanity served for desert Whereas the ancestors and I bestowed the ‘Offor’ Authority to lead, serve and control The mace now breaks the people’s skulls Where will I find the hat to think? Land of Utopia!