A mix of diversity in color and speech
Joined together by squalor and bridge
Sometimes lands and speed
Is what our tear glands feed.
Once I stood with kings and a Queen
Now it seems, as kid I begin
Yet, the call to remain a symbol stays
Beckoning others out to play.
They come with various plots and ploys
All to keep me in their dark employ.
I know me like one knows the back of their hands
I can no longer be held by their bands.
In dark, yet I rise
Plundered, I thrive!
Holding on, to the thread that binds us hard.
The love for art, music, culture and on life I stand.
Different, aye we be
But laugh we have and give.
I am what I love
The green, peace and joy?
I am what I seek
Though life makes me meek
I am now and the future
One and a great nation!
I am Nigeria!
@imanikel 011019 Frances Kelvin Otung (c)