Cheers to my head shaped nation
Lying on the bed of roses…
In Lugard’s unification.
Three tribes wry for the best
That was; slavery annexation,
Your fathers and mothers must have smiled.

Cheer-up, the worst is yet to come
Not for long, snow skins had to go
Hearts sees what brain know not
Green and white Eagles flip flopped a storm
Men are what their mother made them…
But, what was her goal?

Drink on, I tell you the past is a bucket of ashes.
Eagles meant celebrating with the storm.
Tribune must have turned, issuing tribulation.
East now tweets “why not serve in stand and wait”
West had issues with same power.
Hold a man down, you have to stay down.

Drink for that he has is better than ours
South south wealth and loses
North masked no joke grenades
Religion and crises,
Boko Haram is to them what perfume is to flowers.
My headshaped nation has a sea in a storm.

(C) 2012
The-True-Poesy

written by Onyeche Vincent Onyeka

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