My Scrawny Corpulent Republic Poem by Olumodi John Tope

There was a country
When birdies chirped like birdies
When vermin bawled like vermin
When human hibernated
When food besought for visit
When water chilled for man's throat
When war was love...
There was a country
When we were worth it
When autonomy subsisted
Even without sovereignty
Freedom decreed
There was indeed a country
When only the present was fashioned
When the future was relished
When the future absconded from the future
Right in front of the present
There is a country
Where we always articulate 'it will be better'
There is a country
Where the future guzzlers live to scoff more
My country is starving
With much cuisine in her creel
She is parched with ocean surging in her patio
She is howling with much resources she's stashing
Nai Ji Ri Ya
A moniker that adversely effects on its denizens