Green Is Bae Poem by Dr Anthony Onoja

They lose their rage up on us
Higher into the clouds we burn in flames
Africa the home of dwindling gods
Full of diversity but lost her root
I heard her kinsmen are dreadful warlocks
Yet remembers little of their war tales
Fallen men litter the streets of Pretoria
Abound by these scorge of pain and hurt
See them burned amidst their rising
Africa used to be a good place to rise
Even when the gods are crazy we hunt together
We made them mad admist our match
When we made them an African in the heart Sweato
For the full end is near if we lost our home
When all ends shall be made by the Nigerian
Africa shall rise on eagle's wings
Bearing the flag of honor and love
Forged from the very heart of gold
Welded in coat of green white green