The poem talks about the beauty of the land where I come from, the pains we inflict ourselves, the future which I demand for my heirs and a place I have to settle for from now on.


I AM A NIGERIAN

A glance at my might home
The heavenly green palace
There I stood consciously
With fleshes of twisted minds

Little evil did I found in myself
Even in the best, better and worst
Not regarding our ends
Where virtual speaks

A blessed land I dwell
Dining with beloved strangers
Where fortune and fame is uppermost
The time bomb of nature

With blood of modesty
I paved the print of the gods
Seeking a heroic memory
For my seeds to walk on

The reflection of fate
Was where I was conceived
Was where I wished death
Was where we were once one

We sold our hearts
To the kind demons of life
Who watered our fields
With rancour and bickering

Round the table
We sat in costume of war
Seeking ephemeral peace
For personal haunted glory

In hands of mystery
I have left my end
With deep heart to be known
That I am a Nigerian.




Poetry by Owen
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Written on 2008-10-24 at 11:05

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God Bless Nigeria! It is a good thing that you love your heritage, country, people. People can destroy but we/you can also have the capability to rebuild.
2009-01-05