We have a land
a Land in the west
her men are highly patriotic
but dust and coal are
the colours of her wall.
She harbours three children
one is a symbol of development
the other, symbol of cattle
another, a party monger...
no nexus, no rising of the sun.
The land speaks of rivers
Yet, no water is found there
they make fire and light
but light is far from her
a harlot seeking for a husband, she is.
She is an illusion of the future
the nectar of her eyes is agony
her inhabitant are the problems of her
Problems parrotting downtown of religion
she is holy yet sinful and timid.
This is the flashes of my land
a Land flowing of milk and honey
this is a Nigeria tale of tomorrow
with flashes of terrified eyes of
a generation of strange youths.
©John Chizoba Vincent
Cam'god.