What future we dream in time past
That turns our present smile into a gruesome glee
Nigeria, I wish to tour you
On a bill of parliamentary prowess
Where i was baptized in Holy filth.
Shouldn't we,in a vibrant swift
Whisk away
The noisome looters feasting on our greenish shruds
As one country,one nation should?
No!
We chose to divide against ourselves
Like cards on catalogues,we fall
Like rain drops on roof tops,we slide
Like good seeds in crooked soil,we whither
And agitate for nations
Within a nation;
Oodua...Arewa...Biafra...
Three nations dwell thou in
Oh great dwarfed-giant
We were too close we could not see
The breaking and parting of our Tranquil sea
We were too close we could not hear
The chants of three dieties taken to the slaughter peg
Whoever says oneness is not attainable
Should bite the baobab tree,full of demons untameable
There is a desire to stay as one
All we need to do is talk
Sixteen to a dozen,about our existence
Patroits,
Tell the winds
To tell the willows
Our cries are your introits
Even if we disentangle,Nigeria will stay
And if we couple,Nigeria will slay
We're Vinegar, Alum and Salt
Let's brook a shackle and stay as One
Rather than break apart.
_©The ghost_
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