Nigeria My Country Poem by Benjuzzy Okpuzor

We are void to this Vultures,
Civil evil at the apex,
The emperor's fiddles,
His men fades away,

Rome is back with
It slavery!
Yet our leaders will not
Crest, and crack the
Crested crave,

But so bent on the Coins
From our course,
Our pain, their gain, the
Promised change a Cage,
Wailing walls, walking
Wag,

Blind leaders, and fool
Followers,
The patient dog is dead
While the gods sit's and
Gossip,

But gouge, our Sacrificial
Goats and, treasury,
The sea is frozen, fish's
Frowning!

Swim or be swept
Outside,
Who will save us from
Their chewing jaws
Of damnation!

Yet we paid the price
Dung from our own
Misfortune,
It's fight or flee, the
Swifts are the victors,

Hector is dead, he might
Be a hero, but seize the
Strike at the right time,
Retribution is now,

Like the rawlings
Spiritual cleansing of
The evil and civil
Temple,

Tell Rome that Spatacules
Voice still
Cries beneath the
Rumble and rubble,

It's civil law, or evil
Disobedience,
The world will know
That for obedient to our
Law we bleed!

So I propose a toast
To my host,
That there is but one
Path,
We kill them all!
By Benjuzzy Okpuzor
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