Fallen Giant of Africa

You were once my third colour
You were my master
You were my pride
Alas!!! It happened
The arrow of the wicked struck
Things started falling apart
The giant began to crawl
The center could no longer hold
The guiltless feel no longer at ease
The enemies wine and thine daily
But the wise sleeps on
He joyfully merries in his slumber
Thus, the enemies rules vehemently
And there the wise sits
Steering the wheel with his lips


Note: until we begin to live and function in the consciousness that
the betterment of our nation is acollective responsibility, we will
never acquire the much more sought change that we desire.
The giant of Africa has fallen, Her elities seems to be doing
nothing to revive her, thus the responsibility of revival weighs more
on the shoulders of the limited known politicians.
Wake up and do the needful and our sun will once again rise!!!
Arise o compatroits!
Nigeria calls, please obey


By

O. Sanjay