It's dawn <br />but the birds are still hanging on the trees <br />the moon's just leaving the scene <br />and the sun getting set to rise <br />at Tejuosho-Yaba the pulse of Lagos city <br />a horde of people hurriedly <br />they woke the slumbering dawn <br />And set packing the dumb dawn <br />the seeds sired of the lions of Arochukwu <br />like a swooping eagles on carcasses <br />they converged in hundreds <br />singing the sole song of all marketplaces <br />many were they <br />who had a date with their daily fate <br />blessed be the Ibo nation <br />the most industrious, ingenious <br />of the most populous <br />Black nation called Nigeria.<br /><br />ifedayo oshin<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/blessed-be-the-igbo-of-nigeria/
