My Nigeria My worriesA Poem by Bonaventure Onuabuchi
I can't hide anymore,
the fact behind my burden, the rise and fall of the nation, the land of my painful birth, the home of my unrecognized existence. Nigeria is mine, Nigeria is ours! I said! She is our pride to be proud! She is our mother to be cherished! She is our right to defend! She is our nation to build! But unity is death unburied. Peace is conflict, and troubled. Patriotism just history disclaimed. Anthem sang un-pledged, with voices divorced. Just left with history to mourn. History told neglected, the war our forefathers fought, getting our mother a legal marriage. The wars are gone, perhaps with the weapons, the gut, the might, and the spirit. The joy of 1960 is gone. The war is no more against the white, the now is ourselves we fight against. Arise o compatriots! Let's awaken this strong flow of emotion. Forget not to recall, the labour of Zik and Awolowo, Belewa and them all who died, for the legal marriage of our now sick mother. Again I came an inculcator, Nigeria is ours to preserve! Nigeria is ours to serve! Till then, I feel no end to my worries. © 2014 Bonaventure Onuabuchi |
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Added on July 26, 2013 Last Updated on March 29, 2014 AuthorBonaventure OnuabuchiOhaozara, Ebonyi, South East, NigeriaAboutA young writer/poet from Nigeria. Want to know more? Contact me then: more..Writing
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