Conceived by greed crafted by the hands of man
Assortment of diversity tinkling bomb
Land of milk and honey Eden’s garden
Stressed by insecurities worn by agitations
Swallowing up the inhabitants enriching the poachers
Worn to a frazzle the young terrorize the creeks
Deserted in old age the elderly solicit food
Dismissed as playthings the poor wait for crumbs
Perceived as workforce children labor for rations
Measured as pleasure toys women procreate as pigs
Cuddling of Niger and Benue nuptials of north and south
Barter of the east and west intertwining of fates
Melting pot of cultures marvels of grace
Covered in grave cloths your children decamp in droves
Taking flight to distant lands hawking flesh for morsel
Going by ship a second time free slaves going through the eye of the needle
I heard in the musings of the night
You are not a mishap
I have heard from the ancient oracle you were created to be
Your umbilical chord is found the curse is broken
Arising from the mire of death your light breaking forth as the morning
Reaching the crest standing tall
