53yrs old <br />Hmm, far! far! ! far! ! ! <br />Has it long gone <br />Travelling unknown destination <br />Wallowing like pollen grain on water <br />As confusion set to tear this nation apart <br />It is my dear country Nigeria <br />The potential seed for greatness <br />The fertile land for all seasons <br />A nest for all birds <br />The harmony of Africans <br />The most populated black nation <br />It is my dear country Nigeria <br />I fear for the tears I see <br />I cry for the stories I heard <br />I weep for every dream I had <br />Every birth gives rise to a new sorrow <br />Oh, sorrow <br />Sorrow at every point of my story <br />You’ve become the joy of our politicians <br />And the feed of the masses <br />Will it ever stop <br />53years into existence <br />How many more years are we waiting <br />Its independence <br />That is all we are talking<br /><br />Obute Gabriel<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/nigeria-53/
