NIGERIA

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