Golden jubilee; welcome to Nigeria
Looking down the page
So many had changed
“Was this my gage?”
She cries with such a rage.
To the mess of all age
Customs and Traditions is forgotten
And changed
She felt like breaking out the cage.
Ah… young ones: It was fifty years ago
Before prisoners were freed
And true owners became happy dwellers
So frustrating, so upsetting
“You’ll never make it” most predicted.
“Kill the messenger”
Sagely, she’d dog-fought an awful message.
Her dispossession now in perfect position
It was fifty years ago
After the whites came
The whites ruled
She became sage
Wish the old had gotten the message
It was fifty years ago
After she flashed a look
From the corner of her eyes
The green flag waved freely,
At home now, many old died…
Ay… young ones, if she hadn’t be slaved to sage
She wouldn’t be saying: “Welcome to Nigeria.”
By Onyeche Vincent Onyeka
© 2010 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
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Wow!!! I appreciate the lines
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Wow! It is nice
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