My Nigeria -By Okoemu Barnabas Poem by Okoemu Barnabas

Where most live without fulfilling dreams,
Cheats and traitors,
Few good and most bad
Brought together aimlessly
Where two or three men
Rule the entire into blindness
Citizens happy in captivity
Free slaves, well fed
My Nigeria!

The home we love,
Where we are all the problem
Not improving and not deproving
At one spot,
Dwindling in one circle,
The talkers talk and no one listen
Where little children have to die
Because their parents are poor
My Nigeria!

Under and in suffering
We all rejoice
Fooling and being fooled
Letting lose, all for painful pleasure
Feeling high all, at the wrong timing
Doom, the glorious raise morning and all day,
My Nigeria!

Dead living,
Sightful, but blind
Hears, but deaf
Walks, but lame
Speaks, but dumb
Wise, but foolish
My Nigeria!

Where all is afraid,
To die and to live,
To run or to stay!
Move, then the move,
Peanut is enough
So far, not dead
At least we are alive
Even when it has to be,
A miserable one.

Too many suffering and only few living in wealth
The zeal dead
Once, a people who fought common enemies
Despite their differences,
But turn around to fight themselves.

My Nigeria!
A united divided entity
Against themselves
Power drunk,
Where all labour in vain be.

My Nigeria,
A step forward,
Twenty steps backward
Where every breath is the problem,
And solution is never known

My Nigeria!
The home we love,
No one to mend
All hands to bend
Where crime is much than people,
Where churches is much than people,
Yet, evil looms at peak

My Nigeria!
United in division
To break in two
And break to pieces until the division is divided

My Nigeria!
Where stomach is always empty
Hands dried,
People dying!
Fortune fail,
In plenty of food and water
All is hungry and thirsty

My Nigeria!
The home we love,
Where few parade in white agbada,
Few living big while the most living small
My Nigeria!
For you, I wail.