BLEED NIGERIANS, BLEED.

Naija our motherland

Fertile but a fruitless land.

We live in pains

With no gains

No hope for the unborn

Better not born.

Land, so much abound.

But few eating it abound.

What a country of greener pastures

But without futures.

An unholy monk

Dressing to mock

In a religious fashion

Adding more confusion

To the many problems afflicting the nation.

Citizens in hundreds so timid ,

Blaming the leaders so stupid.

They seem so fearless but yet so fearful.

Their hopes is their last resort

And pains their last result.

What can they do in a nation so corrupt

With their wealth in a bankrupt.

They live only for today

With their hope on a delay.

The country is cursed

Without a cause

Their leaders are deaf

Swimming in debt

With their name as a bait

And the wealth even in death.

Her children are doom

Yet they look like they boom.

No way forward

The future is backward.

To believe in this country is like a suicide mission

Though we have many vision

But aborted on the alter of gluttons

Eating the nation off it millions.

You can't stop to ponder but never to wonder

Why the nation is in plunder.

Nigeria, a nation in tears

That will soon be teared.

✍️ Patrick Ekong.

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