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Independence Day

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We have been called the happiest people in the planet
Given price tags and labelled wrongly despite our many talents
Yet we smile through broken conscience
Trying to make sense in the midst of self imposed silence
A giant at 57
Soon to be 58 yet not even close to a safe haven
Why should we pledge to the giant of Africa
An unfaithful, disloyal and corrupt image, Goliath's replica
The land is no more green, not even stained with red
It's beyond black, dark matter ebbing away to the land of the dead
Where patriots are sacrificed for the fat of traitors
Tribe first, merit last, the truth is laid to waste
Hate and corruption is our lasting fate
It seems even God has left this place
It is a wonder, even the mirror is ashamed to recognise its own face
October 1st is the only day we celebrate independence
For tomorrow we return back to our shackles, basking in our ignorance
Green was the color we were told to exhibit
Now greed is the standard we represent
Nigeria, the land flowing with milk and honey
Infected with the blood and tears of the hungry
One nation bound by freedom, peace and unity is the song of the brave
Even though it means we'll be hoping from the grave
Is this the promised land our forefathers foretold
Or a ransomed youth held bondage under the loins of the old

Kingdavid Chinaeke Ofunne
Authorpreneur

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