The immortal bed is enlarging day by day.
Our land expertly swallows her inhabitants.
Blood, the new element to replace coal tar.
The more we call,
the further our hope travels from us.
How do I say a prayer for Nigeria:
I say, dear land of the dead barely living,
Only a matter of time before we too leave.
We the living ones, say a minute of silence.
For the ones worthy of your bite,
Before our time is up for your cold bite.
Or should I pray thus:
Dear land of only thought and feeling,
But no words, just pictures.
We know what it is, but who dares tell?
With a government bearing shocking words,
Please don’t slay us yet.
Amen!
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Really deep!