Best Nigeria Poems
We have toiled for long
Our forefathers have trend the path
And made their mark
And the rest is history
We have had our share of sorrows
We have had our share of victories
Battles we won, battles we lost
But amidst all these
All we see ahead is our bright future
Although our dreams may be over shadowed by
the wars we are still battling within
Our hopes may be limping by indecisions
Our stability may be wavering
But we aren't giving up!
And definitely, we aren't bowing out!
Truly, Nigeria has had her own share of war
We aren't retreating!
And we surely aren't going to surrender!
And with every painful but purposeful step
We are claiming our position back
as the giant of Africa!
Nigeria is beautiful
and her people, her glory
Maybe slowly, but definitely, God will heal our land
GOD BLESS NIGERIA
GOD BLESS AFRICA
GOD BLESS THE WORLD.
A place that gives wings to my dreams
And hushes my fears, worries and screams
Where I’d develop stronger wings to fly
Rising so higher, touching the blue sky
That I dream and pray it ends not as dream
I wake up every
morning
to ask myself
'what's happening'?
God gave us oil in
the Delta,
waters in the Benue
and Niger,
mineral resources
all over.
Though we've no
natural disaster,
but we got loopholes
that need plaster.
And now we are
falling assunder,
that is making me
wonder,
am even behaving
strange like an
anaconda.
We still survive
under the millitary
suppression,
not even to mention
the oppression
of the wild.
Our politicians are
all of pretention,
our leader are
products of greed
and discension,
when we are called
the giants of
Africa, centre of
attention.
Oct 1st 1960 was our
day of freedom,
since then, we threw
away our wisdom,
all in the name of
religion, politics,
what is this?
You will hear
rumours of fighting
in Jos,
killing one another
no remorse,
people are so much
stucked like traffic
in Lagos.
A piece of advice,
dont be suprised.
We gotta move
forward,
cos we are left
behind in the
race-call.
Let Nigeria be Nigeria again.
Let the flag demonstrate peace
Let the coat of arm be unity,
Let it be the hero it used to be.
Let it be the dream that elevate,
Let it be the love it used to be,
Uplifting its masses in prosperity.
Let Nigeria be the hand that feed many,
Let it be the great eyes that watches us;
We may fall at the sight of fear that kills,
Let it be the dream that lift us up again.
Let its traditions come back to its abode,
Let Nigeria be the Nigeria that create hope
That take its masses to progress and blessing.
Let it be heaven on earth for us all;
A paradise which dominate the world.
Let our anthem be the way it used to be.
Let its heritage be the way it used to be,
Life, a free and wonderful journey to us.
Let us go back to where we began before 1914.
Let Nigeria go back to its branches,
Let its roots stand and never be uprooted.
Let us see the lines drawn on the sky and
Cease to be afraid of the air we breath.
Let terrorism go into extinction like before
When we have none but hear only from others.
Let killing and shading of innocent blood stop!
Let Nigeria be Nigeria again I pray in tears!
Let Nigeria be Nigeria again I sing alone,
Let's go back to the farming we started with,
Let plant the cocoa we were known for,
Let's eat kola nut together in a round table,
Let's Nigeria tales be told as it used to be.
Let the leaders be the leaders they used to be.
I am a child of tears who have seen no progress,
Let our educational system resurrect!
Let discrimination stop immediately!
Let bribery and corruption stop now!
Let the youths dream yet another dream,
We can move forward when we unite!
Let Nigeria be Nigeria again I pray!
Nigeria was never the Nigeria I used to know
as I write this in tears of the imprisoned rain.
I see suffering and pains in this country;
I see a Nigeria that seek for itself rather than
Its masses, let its stand again I pray hopefully.
(C) john chizoba vincent
Voice Of Vincent 2016
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, the Soul of my Pride (Part One)
Nigeria, my country, where mournful of pledges aren’t reneged?
Indomitable she would have maintained, if crowns aren’t clowns
Gyrating on the mishaps, wearing wan gumption—unwelcome!
Ears do attend; but eyes haven’t yet seen what watery mouths do speak (of).
Roasting are to rich physiques, as paupers’ plights mount on their rotten.
Innuendoes of yesteryear ‘nattered’, nativities’ woes unforgettable.
Atrophying (now) are the little legacies her founding fathers had raised.
Nigeria my country, where true sons and daughters’ tongues sip in her bounties; sobbing,
Some are endlessly praying and raising their voice to hearings and their words to readings.
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6/4/2014
Country
Diversified, confused
Crying, bleeding, dying
A people victimized by 'politrickcians'
Nigeria
Naija police
Political partisan
Soul as tattered as vestment
Lost in country confusion
Kill to eat
Cannibalism of self
We Are One (Nigeria Remix)
Ever seen an eagle feeding like a vulture?
Dignity trampled on, where corruption is a culture?
Darkness threatens her future, cause of her shapeless structure
it’s saddening 'cause she’s been richly blessed by Mother Nature
Disunity like a knife tryna cut her apart
Of the National cake the lower class don’t get a part
There’s a saying you will reap whatever that you plant
There’s fruit of hatred ripening deep in our hearts
Blame it on the Government and the sycophants right
Most citizens do not get a fair role of the dice
Economic recessions led to skyrocketing price
Job rate inverse proportional to the rate of crime
What’s the way forward for a nation without steady lights
Mourning like every night
Late fluorescents with candle lights
Our eagles been flying lowly, yet it’s a scary flight
A thousand tonnes of honor and glory, heavy right
But you'll see everyday
That we'll never turn away
When it seems all your dreams come undone
We will stand by your side
Filled with hope and filled with pride
We are more than we are
We are one
Though different color or eyes skin hair and different faces
Different cultures, tribes, religions and languages
Different dreams and believes
Different gifts we received
From the creator, our souls embedded into nature
We are one
Flesh and blood, living under the sun
A species divinely created in the likeness of God (we are)
Precious like diamonds and pearls (we)
Put in charge of the universe
In freedom, peace and unity and the winds of love
We are bound
Though divided by rivers, streams and boarders lines carved in time,
by civilization and secession into nations we may divide
but only one God watches over us like the sun in the sky
If chords unite our land, lets create a unity band
No such thing as a perfect world, but we could make it better
The grass been turning brown, you and I and can make it greener
God disguised as fate, made us Nigerians for a plan
Our nation will be great, if we unite we will stand
...everyday
That we'll never turn away
When it seems all your dreams come undone
We will stand by your side
Filled with hope and filled with pride
We are more than we are
We are one
Nigeria.
The country of my birth. Beautiful in youth. Wrinkled as the years pass by. Through no fault of hers. But by the doing and undoing of her children, consciously and unconsciously.
Blessed by God. Impoverished by mankind.
Struggling for self-liberation but incarcerated by wicked and egoistic souls. Souls who prefer to squander and milk the nation today with the goal of enjoying life and securing the future of their lineage.
Nigeria.
Everytime I read the dailies, the thought of what might have been makes it all the more pathetic. A nation whose citizens should ‘swim’ in milk and honey. Whose name should be revered amongst the comity of nations. But for the myopic thinking of our leaders – past and present – we are where we find ourselves; in the woods. The genesis started with their actions and inactions.
Directly or indirectly, the fault is ours to bear. Forget colonization. Forget its offshoot, neo-colonization. We can be what we want to be. Fortune favours the prepared.
Nigeria.
A weak giant.
Clueless leaders.
A country with no respect for history. For the rule of law.
Whose citizens are permeated with a brief memory span.
Nigeria.
How can looters still have the temerity to contest elections after their misdeeds some years ago! And people will vote!
Another election is forthcoming; we will forget the ordeals of the past. And vote these insatiable, power-hungry, monstrously greedy, sinister people called ‘leaders’ into power!
Posterity will judge. If it can’t, then God.
Nigeria.
Girls are being kidnapped. Maybe raped and dehumanized. Students are on strike and the government does not give a hoot. Some governors are forever enriching themselves by passing bills that will pay them billions of taxpayers’ hard-earned funds. Pensioners are being owed. Poverty is on the increase. Unemployment too. Crime. Name them.
All these in a sane country!
Nigeria.
Until our ‘leaders’ are stopped from travelling abroad to treat headaches.
Until a law is passed mandating their children to school in public institutions.
Until every politician is made accountable for every kobo spent.
Until the rule of law is supreme.
Until our votes count…
Things will sure fall apart in this country.
Yesterday we were happy and free as a bird,
Today with nostagia,we bite our thumb,
Tomorrow we burn midnight oil in tomorrow's aspiration.
Today we give the new veil to a pig,
Tomorrow with bitterness,regret the filthiness.
Today we fashion out plans for unripe pawpaw to ripe for the puppy;
Tomorrow we complain of its mess in the room.
Today we mend water-trough to water grazing fields for the cattle;
Tomorrow we boast of burning the fields for dwelling homes.
Today we spent ourselves to feed the cat,
Tomorrow the cat lives in the bush to eat our fowls.
Today we cherish our dog,our bones on its neck,
Tomorrow it eats the bones even our foods.
Today we accept penny and offer ourselves with pride,
Tomorrow we spend pounds with agony.
Today we labour and tax to welcome the king;
Tomorrow we plant thorns on his parts upon return.
Today we make a prisoner a priest,
Tomorrow we wait for the waist-breaking rhythm.
Today we glorify a tout as the godfather,
Tomorrow we complain of bad company.
After all these,fellow Nigerians,
When shall we think before we leap?
As our nation turns a year older
let's lend our hands and shoulders
to lift Nigeria higher than it is
and proffer a solution to its incurable disease;
In unison let's say no to corruption
and yes to halal consumption.
Let's pray for God's mercies and blessings
and from our mistakes let's draw lessons;
I love you Nigeria, the pride of the continent
I send you my warm compliment.
Gali Da Poet!
When
'The Arrow Of God' is
'No Longer At Ease'
'Things Fall Apart'
'The Voice' of
'The Enemy Within'
'Whispers At Dawn' saying
'Weep Not Child' as
'The House Boy' named
'Maru' looks at
'The Sterile Sky' and
'The People Of The City' run after
'Samankwe And The Highway Robbers' up to
The Juju Rock
Where lived
'The Black Hermit'
A man begotten of
'The Concubine'
'From A Crooked Rib'
According to
'The Cardinals' -
'The Interpreters' of
'The Shadow Of Imana'
But the
‘Mine Boy’- a
‘Second Class Citizen’ from
‘Serowe, Village Of The Rain Wind’
And a master of
‘The Marabi Dance’
Who doubled as
‘The Collector Of Treasures’
For his King said it was
‘A Question Of Power’
And so there was
‘No Easy Walk To Freedom’.
‘The Grass Is Singing’, he said
Pointing at the
‘Arrows of Rain’ and holding
‘A Cowrie Of Hope’ to the
‘Devil On The Cross’.
‘I Will Marry When I Want’ just as
‘I Write What I Like’
And, being
‘A Man Of The People’, I say
‘The Beautiful Ones Are Not Yet Born’
When I find
‘The Girl Who Can’ handle
‘Smoldering Charcoal’
And one who seeks
‘The Joys Of Motherhood’
And is not afraid of the
‘Dew In The Morning’
I will write
‘So Long A Letter’ to her
And together we shall explore
‘The River Between’ for
‘The Return Of The Water Spirit’
‘Gathering Seaweed’ at the shore
And ‘God's Bits Of Wood’
To keep ‘Dreaming Pachinko’ warm and
‘The Chattering Wagtails Of Mikuyu Prison’
‘In The Fog Of The Seasons' End’.
(Titles of AWS- African Writers Series books including poem title- except Whispers At Dawn. A tribute to the Authors of those lovely books).
Nigeria,my country,
I remember you with mixed feelings
A great contraption
A mere geographical expression.
You have never been a nation!
A mere colonial creation
A time bomb awaiting explosion
You were marked for greatness
Epitome of God's kindness
But shying away from your destiny
You mask yourself in mediocrity.
You are a bundle of contradictions!
Steeped deep in corruption
Steeped deep in religion
Feeding your children with frustration.
You are the sleeping giant,
With the limbs of a Lilliput
Moving forward a task
Agonizing and slow.
You are the king
Whose princes and princesses
Like lazarus eat the crumbs
From the table.
Let these contradictions!
Let these frustrations!
Be catalysts to battle corruption to standstill
Thereby adding value to the national till!
Let there arise a leader in your midst!
With vision
With conviction
Ready to drop dead
To make of you a paradise!
I could hear in my head their thousand shrill cries
While their homes burn, their throats slit,
Unpleasant thoughts of the bloods of the innocent
Bring sadness and tears to my eyes!
What has happened to the human soul
That run through men of this beloved country;
It grieves my heart so much to think
Of these man's inhumanity to man!
From Northeast through North Central,
That once peaceful green Plateau
With it's beautiful weather and happy people
Each enjoying the air they breathe.
Their pain I cannot equate or measure
Nor can I fathom the devil that made
The marauder bands kill for pleasure;
To think that these disasters are man made!
If this deaths and shedding of innocent blood
Are nature's punishment as some believe,
For fostering 'One Nigeria' home and abroad,
Then we have plenty reasons to grieve!
Best it is then
To let each man to his tent,
Let them spread out their wings
Fly if they must, and feel the breezy air;
A house divided against itself never grows!