Though Tribe And Tongue May Differ. Poem by Uche Nwanze

Nigeria, a Land blessed by the gods, beautiful land happy people.
A nation bound in freedom, hackneyed in chains of discord.
A country bestowed with bountiful harvest, many hungry mouths to feed.
A people countless like the sand on the river bank, scattered like the boisterous winds.
Nigeria, against all odds marching on.
A people with the heart of a giant, on a snail pace she crawls.
A land so green, in thorns of disunity she is clothed as a helpless bride.
Though the clouds may gather, the Sun will smile again
Nigeria will be great again, like the phoenix She will rise from the ashes.