Nigeria
Pulchra 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, are
burnt like decaying wood
no one remembers us, no one fights
for us.
We all are dispensable.
Sixty years of ruling and we have
killed ourselves
more than colonist ever has
Oh Nigeria, will it be a curse to
raise my seeds amongst your twisted seeds?
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