To A Dying Mother Poem by Benjuzzy Okpuzor

In the beginning was
My dear country, which
Now is my death country
Then with her virgin land

As pure like diana, and
As chast as madona, with
Nutrient and natural beauty.
A land that gave us birth

And blessing, then it was
Groundnut, and cocoa, coal
Palm and precious stones,
But she embrace modernity

Which brings us oil boom,
As it caused us oil doom.
Her children in the wild
World try to cause her

Early grave, as she grief
And linger in darkness,
And in doubt, bould to her
Grief as nights falls and

Fades away, in winter that
Comes without hope, will she
Be dour founded forever
Untill all the world is

Changed And the long years
Of Her lifes are utterly
Spent? Oh my death and
Darling country Nigeria