Nigeria is sixty,
who celebrates what is filty?
Green white Green with no integrity,
what exactly are celebrating,
Is the rhythmic dancing of politicians to the horrific beat of corruption,
Or the silent cries of the man who cannot feed his family because the price of commodities have gone to take a sit with the high class,
Or the little child that hawks water on the street instead of sitting in the class room learning how to be great,
Or is it the fact that even on independence day there's no lights to see exactly what we are celebrating,
Or the youth who drives a bus with a first class certificate relaxing in his wardrobe waiting to be feasted upon by rats,
Or the increase in songs of dirge over the ones that have left us out of carelessness,
What are we celebrating?
If only the dead could cry,
Our great leaders would be weeping in their graves.
©deryl
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