Nigeria @ 56: Words To My Green Flag -By Micheal A. Adeniyi

Dear Nigerians, in developed nation they killed their brother for the murder they committed; Why do we kill ours because he was not a believer. Are we not human or just belong to certain race, religion, sect, ideology or tribe? Are we a free man or just trapped in the self-created, six feet coffin of pseudo-pride? I know not either you are righteous person or I am truthful, I just know we are celebrating our 56th independence day on october 1 in the midst of self-imposed bloodshed, corrupt leadership,on-sale dignity, mocking poverty and dying morality, I still think atimes, what are we celebrating?

Freedom is non-negotiable I do decree,
however, at what price and when is freedom, no longer free I ask this question because I am sure that we all agree, our country has become so corrupt and full of anarchy and our ruling politicians are causing chaos and unrelenting strife expecting us to march to the beat of their drums and noisy fife as they continue to abuse our trust, our taxes, embezzlement is rife!
History will not forget our zeros past that refused to be an hero of change, miseries of our right to a normal self-respecting life now every citizen have no rights and continually live with anxiety and also in fear, our security system is failing.

Our constitution and other human rights that we hold so dear are under threat by the ruling party who would like it to disappear.

Today citizens finds it hard to stomach the deterioration of so many things,our leaders believe that we are their pawns and they are the kings. Then an immoral, unethical, dishonest leader expects us to jump when he sings CHANGE and this is the reason that all creed and colors are looking abroad to spread their wings.

Our leaders must realize that Judicial pendency or circumventing of the law for self-enrichment is not the key, if we want our country to be prosperous and to be revered internationally.

A leader’s job is not to dictate, but rather to be respected, admired and be a trustee, of the land we love, with so much potential, a land which should be freer than free. Its still a long way to fufilling our destiny!

POEM TO MY GREEN FLAG(NIGERIA)

Let Nigeria be Nigeria again.
Let it be the dream it used to be.
Let giant stride be its name
Seeking a home where he himself is free
Nigeria was never free.
Let Nigeria be the dream the dreamers dreamed
It is so painful we can’t wake Herbert Macaulay, Azikiwe, Amadu Bello and Awolowo from their sleep
If I could you would cry a bit.
Let Nigeria be that great strong land of love,
Where never Leaders connive nor tyrants scheme,
That any man be crushed by one above.
(It never was Nigeria to me.)
O, let my land be a land where Liberty
Is crowned with no false patriotic wreath,
Where opportunity is real, and life is free,
A nation where equality is in the air we breathe.
(There’s never been equality for me,
Nor freedom in this “Nigeria.”)
Say, who are you that mumbles in the dark?
And who are you that draws your veil across the stars?
I am the poor citizen, fooled and pushed apart,
I am the Civil servant bearing slavery’s scars.
I am the Farmer driven from the land,
I am the Activist clutching the hope I seek finding only the same old stupid plan
Of dog eat dog, of mighty crush the weak.
I am the young man, full of strength and hope,
Tangled in that ancient endless chain
Of profit, power, gain, of grab the land!
Of grab the gold! Of grab the ways of satisfying need!
Of work the men! Of take the pay!
Of owning everything for one’s own greed!
I am the farmer, bondsman to the soil.
I am the worker sold to the machine.
I am the Civil servants to you all.
I am the people: humble, hungry, mean.
Hungry yet today despite the dreams.
Beaten yet today? O, Nigerians!
I am the man who never got ahead,
The poorest worker bartered through the years.
Our fore-fathers are the ones who dream’t our basic dream,
In the olden times while still a serf of united kingsmen,
Who dreamt a dream so strong, so brave, so true,
That even yet its mighty daring sings
In every brick and stone, in every furrow turned
Of a fact our fathers made Nigeria the land it has become.
They have built a “Nigeria of the free.”
The free?
Who said the free? Not me?
Surely not me? The millions of IDPs on relief today?
The millions shot down when terror strikes?
The millions who have nothing for our pay?
For all the dreams we’ve dreamed
And all the songs we’ve sung
And all the hopes we’ve held
And all the flags we’ve hung,
The millions who have nothing for our pay–
Except the dream that’s almost dead today.
O, let Nigeria be Nigeria again
The land that never has been yet
And yet must be,the land where every man is free.
The land that’s mine,the poor men,
Who made Nigeria,
Whose sweat and blood, whose faith and pain,
Whose hand at the foundry, whose plow in the rain,
We must bring back our mighty dream again
We must bring back our abducted girls back again from bondage of terror
Sure, call me any ugly name you choose–
The steel of freedom and justice does not stain.
From those who live like leeches on the people’s lives,
We must take back our land again,
Nigeria!
O, yes,
I say it plain,
Nigeria was never Nigeria to me,
And yet I swear this oath
Nigeria will be!
Out of the rack and ruin of our Heroes death,
The rape and rot of graft, and stealth, and lies,
We, the people, must redeem
The land, the mines, the plants, the rivers.
The mountains and the endless plain–
All, all the stretch of these great green states–
And make Nigeria again!
A word to my green flag

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