Who will tell them that we are not all thesame
How will they know that there are still so many that are Good
I'm scared to proclaim my mother's land
Because the sons of the land had polluted her name
They created an image of discomfort to the outside world
Which might last forever
So now when they hear our names they are terrified
Terrified that something bad might happen
It hurts me most when am asked,
Who are you?
I would still and would always say
I AM A NIGERIAN