Voltaire just Kant angle cut it
Beauvoir broad side view
abut the narrow Rousseau
gender Thoreau thought causeway
As Sarte Marx the entrance unlit —
Avicena chapiters atop da Vinci pillars,
Stuart Mill sturdily sit
Arendt spiral steps turn Spinoza
down to the Alighieri depths
Socrates ambience got a Dewey dungeon
decimal Fodio gradient affectation
Awolowo still wanna Sodipo cubit cut it,
but some Augustinus genius
won’t even Nyerere beveling make
the reed Descartes arch decision
Wollstonecraft overlaid on contoured Witt
Piper leveled with Gargi precision ...
A Solomon blueprint found in a keen closet
Behind the bar as i
stood alone with my
thought
I could see the life
of my people
In misery and agony
fighting for
freedom.
How they are
humiliated and
discriminated
By the leaders in
their own
fatherland.
My mouth failed me
for words
My eyes detested my
tears.
How could it be so?
We are bore of the
same mother
Then why do we have
to discriminate
Leave behind those
we call brothers?
Leave them top
suffer and beg for
food
When we have enough
to eat and drink.
What would Zik of
Africa say of his
effort
When he watch from
beyond?
What would Gani
fawehinmi say when
he sees no
Dividend of
democracy he fought
for?
What sound would
Awolowo tears
produce
When he sees all his
effort gone?
What eyes would
Tafawa Look us with?
Yes we have done
nothing in our
humble land
We've done our
people no good and
we all know that.
My ears are
deafening because
they have heard
enough
Of the promises and
deceit.
It will only take
Nigerians to build
Nigeria.
The innocent are
held by the guilty
ones,
Then why do we
strife for goodness
When there is no
room for goodness.
I pray gently for
mercy behind this
"monsterous" bar.
The nationalist-Obafemi Awolowo
with the colonial masters he fought a war
But painfully he never ruled the entire nation
"Best president the country never had",people`s notion.
Nigeria! Nigeria!! my beloved Nigeria
How you've suffered, how you've been rendered barren and useless
A country full of milk and honey
A country rich in people, culture and traditions
Gone were those days when you were the pride of Africa
Gone were those days that you were regarded as the giant of Africa
Gone were those days of our founding fathers
Gone were those days of the likes of Amadu Bello, Nnamdi Azikiwe and Obafemi Awolowo
Gone were those days when we used to have elder statesmen
Gone were those days when we have people that would strive for your unity and integrity
What we are left with now are bunch of greedy and selfish politicians
What we are left with now are bunch of thieves
Those that illegally and unjustifiably stole their way into your heart and soul
Those that bribed and cheated their way into power
Those that are ready to suck and milk you dry and make you barren
Those that are ready to destroy the future of our great nation
Nigeria! Nigeria!! I weep for my beloved Nigeria.
NIGERIA IS 50-GOLDEN GREEN,WHITISH GOLD
Sallah is just a breathe away,
I hear the bells jingle
Like Christmas and New Year
Come to mingle.
Summer is just a step away,
I hear the birds beckon
Like light and water
Come to reckon.
Regards to Lugard,favour above,
Honey and spice,well and manna
Come to dwell on our land
Peace from above come aboard.
Azikiwe,Balewa,Awolowo,
Men of honour and valour,
I hear the well of blackgold
Smell of riches and wishes.
I wish to be in El-dorado,
To live in the city with electricity,
When the minute of resolution comes
The moment of solutions shall adorn.
Oh God of creation arise,
Let our leaders think aright,
Corruption is pestilence revolt on creation,
Tell them the ways of justice to trail.
Adeola Yusuf Amuni
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