"Arise O Compatriots!"
Cries the blood of our innocent slain
"Arise O Compatriots!"
The people call in vain
Suffering wearing laughter
Pain hidden from the view of all
The wounded giant of Africa
Standing tall before a fall
Strength dwindling slowly
Voiceless we cry for help
Naira disappearing quickly
Behind wicked pot bellied men
Who would help her?
Please come to her aid!
Don't let the giant die
Don't let her glory fade!
They sing that glorious anthem
But spit on our heroes graves
How I wish the tables would turn on them
So they can get a dose of their fate
Come Nigerians
Let's tend to our giant's wounds
Don't wait on the heads, those barbarians!
They were first to poison her food.
KCO III
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Author:
KCO III (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: November 12th, 2016 03:23
- Category: Sociopolitical
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Comments2
Awesome write
This is beautiful!
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