A New Nigeria

I sat on the heights of tomorow,
Legs stretched on yesterday’s stool,
Then I saw it all,
I saw it, all.

She became born again , away from claws of sin,
Her devotion was pure and righteous,
Her robe perfectly white all round,
Her pastors pastured her well.

Her west held to the north,
The north solemnized with the east,
The east could do nothing besides the south.
Four wives truly in love to a husband.

Her children educated by lettered hands,
Chalks of hardwork wrote on her slate,
Words of peace and equity,
While her one naira defeated their one dollar.

All potholes were made whole into pots
That dishes every home; low and high,
Same meal at same time,
Every one ate to the brim like the biblical five thousand.

I sat on the heights of tomorow,
Legs stretched on yesterday’s stool,
Then I saw it all,
A new nigeria.

© 2015
AKINBODE ISRAEL
winning poem (CPC-001)

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