I do not know what my country
Has done to the world
Everything we touch seem to break
And when it rains in America
The ground is slippery in Nigeria!
It seems one part of the world is a marionette
And its strings are pulled from the other.
I wonder why my home currency
Jitters and dwindles when it sees the dollar
Still we are sovereign
In the comity of nations.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem