Green Tree Amongst Chaos
MY
NIGERIA
Frantic
fights,
strange
struggles,
voiceless
violence,
fresh
freedom
at
last.
A
nation
blessed
with
local
resources
so
much
that
the
ground
is
forced
to
vomit
the
excess;
One
people,
great
people,
strong
in
unity
and
diverse
in
culture
yet
hospitable
and
friendly.
My
Nigeria,
the
jewel
of
African
and
the
reserve
of
the
world’s
liquid
wealth!
My
Nigeria,
torn
by
those
who
hate
peace
and
make
oceans
of
red,
deep
red
blood!
My
Nigeria,
raped
by
those
meant
to
nurse
and
nurture
you
from
infancy
to
greatness!
My
Nigeria,
misunderstood
by
those
who
know
you
not
and
made
a
public
spectacle
yet
silent
you
remain!
My
Nigeria,
who
knows
the
aches
in
your
heart
and
understands
the
turmoil
in
your
existence?
Let
it
be
said
that
there
was
a
country
that
rose
in
the
midst
of
opposition
Let
it
be
announced
far
and
near
that
there
was
a
country
that
in
the
face
of
unequivocal
challenges,
never
gave
up.
For
in
our
destruction
stands
the
spirit
that
has
never
given
up!
Let
it
be
known
that
no
matter
how
bad
it
gets,
like
the
calm
after
a
storm,
a
nation
will
bloom,
strong
and
right.
My
Nigeria.
Copyright © Ndifon Noel | Year Posted 2014
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