NIGERIA, MY HEART BLEEDS

In the heart of Africa, where shadows play,
Lies a nation torn, in disarray.
Nigeria, a land of promise and pain,
Where poverty's heavy chains, the people's hopes restrain.

Oppression's dark wings, cast a somber shade,
In minds where dreams are made, but hopes are often razed.
Hopelessness stalks, like a monster in the dark,
As unemployment's bitter sting leaves many without a fight.

Inflation's fiery breath, burns through the land,
Leaving paucity’s harsh grip, on an already weary hand.
The gap between the rich and poor, a chasm so wide and deep,
No middle ground to stand, where the masses can safely creep.

Corruption's cancerous roots, spread far and wide,
Hunger's pangs, a constant ache, that cannot be denied.
Partisan politics' poisonous sting, divides the land,
As voters turn on each other, with blame and anger's hand.

Ethnic slurs and attacks, a toxic, deadly game,
Leave scars that never heal, and fuel the flames of shame.
Is hope still here, or lost, in a lifetime or never?
Like a vengeful graveyard, the question echoes through the land

Yet, amidst the darkness is a glimmer of hope,
People undeterred , who grip on justice like a strong rope,
Their voices raised, in protest and in prayer,
For a better tomorrow, where love and justice are the song.

Perhaps, one day, Nigeria's promise will unfold,
And from the misery, a new dawn will arise, to behold.
Until then, we hold on to the thin thread of hope,
And pray that our beloved nation will someday be freed.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Me too my dear friend.
(Perhaps, one day, Nigeria's promise will unfold,
And from the misery, a new dawn will arise, to behold.
Until then, we hold on to the thin thread of hope,
And pray that our beloved nation will someday be freed.)
Once Africa was the center of the world. We need her to become the center of the world again. I hope Nigeria learn. If Africa stand for peace. The world would follow. Powerful and worthwhile words shared dear poet.
Coyote