The land of plenty and more,
Due north of latitude big.
So brackish by the beach,
Where rivers refresh my core.

The land of teethful laughters,
Curing smiles, and tickling fingers;
moulded calves that help the gray,
Wherein salute points on to age.

The land of rich black mud;
Liquid rock….the milk of nations.
Many natives, one in love.
Land of songs and peaceful sleeps.

Now plundered by many looters,
Dented pride, and cutting greed.
Left by muted titled brothers
Carousing off in Dubai’s inn.

"Uniformed" cries of innocent girls,
Forest-snatched by prickly hands.
Fainted mothers at husbands’ feet:
Warriors-in-wait for boiling stones.

Tearful moans in hinterland;
Weeping mums for wasted land.
On still act the raging wolves;
Their endless zeal…“the feast of death”.

‘Taking lead by dibia’s beads’,
Shameless “bold” is proud to say.
Loot in hand, the cameras flicked:
‘Faith is now a fateful day’.

Arise oh brothers, up and sit!
Come in circle and seek the ‘settle’
Posterity cries that she’s bothered;
memories too  have been murdered.

Act now for justice’s sake.
Do not lie at judgement’s gaze.
Be humane for nation’s peace
And toe the path of heroes past.