An Ode To Abia State Poem by John Chizoba Vincent

Proud city of traders
You dwells independently
Hustlers all around your coast.


In you lies hope
Green grasses all around you
You never forsake a poor man.


Home of God
Hands glittering in joy
Your daughters once conquered tax
Nakedness was their weapons,
Guiding your proud inheritage.


You will not fall again
Once again your roads shall wear
a new face, we shall stand tall
Wear smile like a crown
For Abia state shall live above all.


(c) John Chizoba Vincent
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