Nigeria
Pulcha Terra.
Magnificent and beautiful
you were cursed with your seeds
who go in circles generations from generations
entrenched in greed
and destruction, we die
like chicken decapitated
we are burnt like decaying wood
no one remembers no one fights for us
we all are dispensable.
sixty years of ruling and we have killed ourselves
more than any one else has.
Oh Nigeria, will it be a curse to raise my seeds amongst your twisted seeds?
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