By: Oluwatosin Samuel
Crashing on land so fertile
Boom! the earth hit by a missile.
missile of choice, yeah, unrefined choice.
Oh! how the giant of Africa became the dwarf of Africa,
even the globe I must say.
The future we pictured now seem blurry,
independence, now turned incarceration.
fertiled land soiled with mischief,
blood of her country folk, unruly Leadership.
Pot bellied woodpeckers now the choice maker,
where we find her is as a result of them,
six decades and a half, yet crawling.
neighbouring countries, where we run to,
like a drenched chicken in need of a shield
yet, we got independence earlier.
Where we are all about her choice,
choice made by them; woodpeckers with pot belly,
shall we continue in this political felony?
should she meet her untimely demise?
demise to her meagre arrangements.
