Nation With No Destination Poem by Folorunsho Ahmed adekunle

Nigeria my ancestral land,
In her I feel like a stranger,
Nigeria the fertile land,
Drought for lay man.


Oh ye ancestor of man!
Why sleep and slumber?
You master planner!
Is our land not in yourplan?


Where are we going?
Judges with injustice,
Where are we going?
Doctors are sick.


Where are we going?
Preacher men fights and preach peace,
Painting tradition black and dirty,
Only to inflict disunity.


Oh my Nigeria!
Where are we going now?
Teachers failing crèche exams,
Knowledge cheapjack ignorance.


Where are we going? young lads!
For how long?for how far?
Immorality in mother's tone of ours,
Bedbug sucking our tomorrow dreams tonight.


Looters are freemen,
Saints behind bar for years,
Independence! independence! !
Yet! we never release ourselves.


On law shoulder we rest,
You treason laws! why bending by influence?
Angry hungry men,
Activist battle for pocket.


If only politicians manifests manifestos,
And the hoe, hoe the whole,
If only can radio radioed truth, without being scowled,
And freely like grass media freedom grows.


Let the olds know,
How to smile like rose,
Pen-rob not pension of the olds,
For they have grown old.


Nigerian my nation!
The doman of commotion,
Indeed giant ant of african nations!
Corrupt watchdog for corruption.


Nigeria my nation!
Where then is my destination?
When your affection weigh down my ambition,
Verily! verily! ! am lost here beyond imagination.

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