Nationalism Poems
Untitled
by Sher Shah Suri
We are bequeathed on the nation,
And the nation bequeathed to us.
Have pride they said,
For it is the only one in the universe.
Culture! Culture! Cried the painter,
Oldest of the old.
A single stroke, a blazing hue,
He drew as he was told.
......
I will teach them
by GODONI YOHANA
The master of all,memory is
Cause from it
Derived is happiness and sadness
But cause i have remembered
I will teach them to love and care.
Countless hours
In the waiting room i were
Until i knocked again and again
But escorted by the rain of words
......
The Coming
by Graham Ereks
Children playing hither and thither;
Women wearing pieces of cloths
Carrying baskets and water-pots
Chanting and chatting exuberantly;
Men farming and fishing for food.
The land enjoyed peace and quiet
Till they voyaged into the land
With the Bible on one hand
And the gun on the other.
......
The cry of a wounded Nigerian
by Joseph Ogbonna
Nigeria my beloved home is under siege:
A death trap I see in her third mainland bridge.
The crying blood of the slain in the North-east
overwhelms vicious politicians with guilt.
Humans with hearts of beasts ravage her North-west,
outgunning her corrupt weakened armed forces.
Catacombs of mass graves quantify losses
incurred from incessant farmers-herders clash.
Darkness looms as stupendous amounts of cash
are cast in an energy sector like trash.
......
The Coming
by Graham Ereks
Children playing hither and thither;
Women wearing pieces of cloths
Carrying baskets and water-pots
Chanting and chatting exuberantly;
Men farming and fishing for food.
The land enjoyed peace and quiet
Till they voyaged into the land
With the Bible on one hand
And the gun on the other.
......
I will teach them
by GODONI YOHANA
The master of all,memory is
Cause from it
Derived is happiness and sadness
But cause i have remembered
I will teach them to love and care.
Countless hours
In the waiting room i were
Until i knocked again and again
But escorted by the rain of words
......
The cry of a wounded Nigerian
by Joseph Ogbonna
Nigeria my beloved home is under siege:
A death trap I see in her third mainland bridge.
The crying blood of the slain in the North-east
overwhelms vicious politicians with guilt.
Humans with hearts of beasts ravage her North-west,
outgunning her corrupt weakened armed forces.
Catacombs of mass graves quantify losses
incurred from incessant farmers-herders clash.
Darkness looms as stupendous amounts of cash
are cast in an energy sector like trash.
......
Untitled
by Sher Shah Suri
We are bequeathed on the nation,
And the nation bequeathed to us.
Have pride they said,
For it is the only one in the universe.
Culture! Culture! Cried the painter,
Oldest of the old.
A single stroke, a blazing hue,
He drew as he was told.
......
