Poems Villa

The poem of Nigeria

Nigeria my Nigeria

Baked in honey and milk

whose warrior sang of victory with edges of swords

They sang in fields with captives in their hands

who tremble and shake with mightiness of fingered palms

Now war came waging itself

we try shaking off our sorrows as we held captives

by our modern day colonialists

Now we are home with our fears

can we leave this behind

and shake off our solitude in your rivers

under the muzzling arsenal

we chant war songs with warthogs as our strength

Can we win this war?