From the edge of a country

From the edges of a country 


Nigeria, once a country, my country
but now, a wasteland ; valley of dead.
with illusionary peace and nothing more
 with loud noise of aimless politicians
 breaking our sacred creed by their actions!

a country once colored green in bright white colors
 now take the color red with the blood of citizens.
 Herdsmen and boko haram slaughter with pride 
the economy growing lean in jet like speed
with the applause of sycophants.

 Remember the flags in 1960. Hurrahs, here and there.
the faith was strong, and the voices hailed with pride.
Celebration indicated that were born again, free !
a nation, independent in thoughts and in actions
so what did we decide after then? Civil war!

Corrupt leaders here and there; sick INEC, dirty police!
Bribery, the only talent we know best in times and turns!
Health and education, the bottles on the drunk table.
The blood and sweats of civil servant for years, toiling;
and, affluence of illiterate politicians who came yesterday!