Beauty is what defines her true state
Her black skin reveals not just the rays of the sun, it glitters like a royal equipage
Her monuments mirror her perspiration.
She stands unvanquishable like the eagle in ponder
But rests mildly at dusk in her blissful home
A domicile of 'Peace and Unity'
She is now defaced by us
Who would care her ecchymosis
Who would silent her troubles and tales of terror
Who would dry her tears and draw smiles once more on her visage
To efface her indelible cicatrice?
Who would fill her deflated belly
Who would sing love songs for her
like a berceuse is sung to young ears
Its love!
Love that loves love
She is beautiful
But trials and thorns snare her soles
Our ignorance spills up her red milk
Her leaders have refused to be her servants
Yet we profess our love for the Supreme
And in wonder I ponder if love is not best from home
She needs love;
My love
Your love
love that loves love
It's a love call
Be her love an ocean, let's be glad of a drown
Be her love crime, we must be sentenced for life
Be her love liquor, in swing, let our feet disagree
Be her love evil, we would be prepared for the dance of the spirit
Be she in economic recession or not!
Its our own!
So let's love her!
We'll love her!!
She is Nigeria!!!
The Giant of Africa!!!!
Many more memorable moons to thee.
{C} Oct 1st, 2016
Vinedepoet ✍🏻
(The mouth piece of the future)