Haunted by your history.
Divided by your greed.
Disguised in self determination,
and your beautiful black blood
dampen the lands.
Did the grundnorm not say
Unity in Diversity?
So ideal, but the diversity is a yawning gap.
I have dreamt of a giant of Africa.
But this dream, almost an illusion.
My eyes are heavy under the weight of sleep
And my upper eyelids crave for an embrace
with the lower.
Maybe, sleep is the panacea.
Sleep forever to forget the worry.
That same mistake of 1914.
The amalgamation, it was called.
Yet variety is the spice of life.
Disembodied spirits of 1967-1970
haunt your today and tomorrow.
Your custodians of Justice
place ransomes on your oily earth.
And make beliefs of your poverty.
But I know your oil can grease
every family and place food on all tables.
The green colour in your flag suggests so.
Your throne is bruised
under the weight of lies and deceit.
Your wallet looted and carted away
by people elected to protect same.
Just like the proverbial dog,
which ate the bone hung on its neck.
But I pray
God to intercede.
No more blood irrigating the fields.
Let Love,
Peace and Unity abide
Amen.
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