The green land of hope
The stigma of conscience
The fruits of pure heart and
clean thinking.
Today we crawl in our culture
No sympathy in our gesture
Unfiltered attitude has eaten
our hope.
We lost confidence in our
alma mata, building a
chaotic mindset towards our
legitimacy.
The alms are dwindling in
the comfort of the elites
thereby rewriting the history
with the instruments of
thuggery, the blood of the
innocent and the tears of
the poor.
The abused powers has no
room for interpretation rather
the youths are glazed by the
non mutual understanding of
the system thereby hitting
their ass in confusion to where
we got it wrong.
We sing justice while we dance
with the garment of injustice
we cover our shame in our
places of worship with no fear
in our creator.
Our hope is Nigeria, we're the
choosing generation, we can't
be intimidated by the few wild
dogs, who dubiously embezzle
our wealth to create a new
heaven for their unborn children.
We can rewrite our story again
only if the son of nobody becomes
somebody without the influence
of nobody.
When the palliatives meant for
the poor masses are giving to the
poor in the true sense of it.
When we unite our thoughts
Towards achieving a common
goal.
When the Yoruba becomes
an appointee in the land of the
Kanuri.
When we stop collecting 1000naira
and 10 pieces of Maggie just to vote
Idiots into power.
When we begin to embrace Nigeria
as our hope despite our differences
in culture, tribes and religion.
©Vandi Tanko 2020
