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The Land is ours!

What evil they have done to our placid nation.

They put an axe on our sweetened ease,

With chains like dogs, they dragged us in cages,

To an acrid island where we worked without wages,

The angry sun refined our skins with gloss,

While we worked until blood poured out of our pores,

Blood which we never got the chance to wash; unless the sky cried with tears in a gush.

 

With clashes of steels and ripples of pellets,

We fought for freedom and chose life over death,

Mighty men and large ladies upheld our pride,

And put a stop to the white man’s rising tide,

Freedom, we screamed when slave trade ended,

Freedom, we screamed over our independence,

But, what a pain! What a shame!

That today, our brothers continued the white man’s game.

 

Power has become palm wine to them, to it they are addicted.

They drink from its calabash, even if fermented.

They hold firmly to it, even when rejected.

And use it to trash the people like they are demented.

These politicians, they sit and reject the people’s elected.

They maim our bodies, loot our money, and claim it is unintended.

But, someday, we shall rise up and say, “Their chances have ended”

For the land is ours; we dictate how it is mended.

A poem dedicated to Nigeria!

Written by:

Ayomide Fasedu.

Photo: Premium times


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Faith Ijeoma Ezenwere

Hi there, My name is Faith Ijeoma Ezenwere. I am a Broadcast Journalist/OAP and a teen coach. I am passionate about building a community of impact driven Teens and young adults in all spheres of life. In simple terms, I help Teens/Young adults live their dreams. Welcome to my World!

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