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Nigeria, my beloved home is under siege:
A death trap I see in her third mainland bridge.
The crying blood of the slain in the north-east
overwhelms vicious politicians with guilt.
Humans with the hearts of beasts ravage the north-west.
outgunning her corrupt, weakened armed forces.
The catacombs of mass graves quantify losses
incurred from incessant farmer-herder clashes.
Darkness looms as stupendous amounts of cash
are cast in the energy sector like trash.
Her healing centres are no more than health morgues,
and her institutions breed intellectual dogs.
Her oligarchs of the six zones unify
to plunder, rape and line their pockets with filth.
With peanuts they entice poverty stricken
youths, just to have their sit-tight bids guaranteed them.
Indulgences from the gullible gratify
custodians of faith endowed with seducing lips.
My beloved Nigeria has failed to hearken
to the values of the elders before them.
With priorities misplaced, we go seeking
for stereotyped reputations in our trips
to foreign climes for filthy lucre to acquire.
Good Lord! When will values my mother-land require?

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