Nigeria is a Lie

From the thick foliage of my mind

Sprouts a tremulous song of a militant kind

Bombs detonate everyday on heaps of injured history

Kano blazes up in tongues of mutant misery

I squeeze orange juice on a blank page…

To bury metaphors and douse my rage

Every ping on my BB is a prick

On my conscience that makes me sick

The ears of my mind are forever wide open

To the dolorous sobs of the downtrodden

Its disquieting quiver nudges me to arms

To crush the bed bug called Boko Haram

Images of barbequed bodies on facebook

Make me retch in revulsion when I take a look

Nigeria is a lie and every day we cry

But redemption is far way no matter how we try

I can’t take it anymore I want to retaliate

But between my people and the Whiteman I wonder who to hate  

In my sleep all I see is the remains of murdered dreams

Dear mama, come and wake me when you hear my screams

I stifle my sneeze; wipe my tears every time I pray

Too many questions on my mind I wonder what to say

The story seems the same from Jos to Jesse

And still no one has an answer for James Eze

I’m meditating in my mind, God hear me please

This weight is crushing me when I try to sneeze

My country is a lie and every day we cry

And redemption is far away no matter how we try