What do you say to the one,
people have totally given up on?
How do you console her, whose life is been controlled
by vicious, callous and selfish ones?
What do you say to the woman pregnant
with multitudes of potentials?
But no one will give her a chance,
her people don't even believe she has a chance.
How do you console her whose life is ruined,
before her eyes as she cries helplessly?
She is Nigeria, stupendously blessed above and beneath,
yet watches her children's suffering go unending.
She cries for help, begs for deliverance from the monsters
whose mission has been to milk her dry, and
take all that belong to her, her glory, dignity and pride.
In the hands of these monsters, she wails day and night,
people say she can't be rescued,
they say the poison has eaten too deep into her, to be saved,
no matter what anyone brings to the table for her.
Her children have given up on her,
they don't want anything to do with her,
to them, fighting for her
is a lost cause, nothing good can ever come out of her,
the only way to go, is to deny her.
All alone with her oppressors, she wails day and night,
wondering why her own people won't fight for her,
with all of the treasures buried in her!