53 years, YET AGAIN, WHAT?

53 years, YET AGAIN, WHAT?

Last year she was 52, a year younger than now

A year younger in history

A year younger in misery

One year plus to the years of seen mystery

Just one year plus, still we feel lost along the way

52years now 53, they talk, promise and sell dead words

All these years, the smile, giving us rotten hopes

Years past, they screamed, “our Mother land Nigeria”.

They stand saying, “land rich in milk and honey”.

Saying, “Nigeria our great country”

Now where are they? What have they done to our Mother land?

What can we say for our dear democratic country?

How can we still shout out pride as the “Black Race?”

Never again shall we openly say we are blessed, for we know look, behave and think like the apes we were once called.

What is going on?

What has Nigeria turned to?

Why are we still stagnant?

Still paused on the record to great civilization

Just not climbing the ladder to development’s gateway

Never asking, “Is this country really what we say she is?”

We start to wonder, “Where are our promised words?”

“Where is that mother land so honourable and glorious?”

We stand lost searching in this void oblivion called Government

But we are still waiting patiently for those words to be seen.