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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