A Nation In Pain Poem by A. Marvellous

O dear Nigeria,

Why do you in your little strides bask
when your counterparts keep sprinting forward in the race of progress?

Once upon a time, you roared
And your counterparts cowered
in reverence at your unassailable might.
Why has your mighty roars into moans softened?

Nature that adorned you with a myriad of resources, mineral and human and made you, among your peers, a cynosure of envy
now cringes at what you have become:

From your abode,
Peace and Justice
have taken flight like a bird perching on a twig unperturbed until it is startled.

Terror, now seated upon your throne grins as he hears the agonizing wails of his captives in shackles bound, pounding relentlessly against the iron bars of their unforgiving dark dungeon.

The gloomy sky above echoes with the ceaseless cries of the innocent;
The mournful earth below has with spilled crimson blood of her offsprings been begrimed.

O God in heaven, when will thou harken;
unto the shrieks of the oppressed? ! ! !