Nigeria At 44

In a city of plenty
Hunger impulsively prevails
In a city of great wealth
Money out of control fails

With a vast Agricultural land
That is to flow with milk and honey
Yet humanity perish like insect
That's the truth, it ain't phoney

What we long for steadfastly
Has turn to what we now curse
The man that is a stupendous choice
Has now change his course

The cry of The African child
Has vanish from his mind
As he walks ceremoniously daily
Unwittingly being led by the blind

Corruption proliferates speedily
Evades the table of bread and wine
The masses without an option
Feeds on food meant for swine

Written By: Caleb A. O.
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