The Death of Nation

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Blood on concrete, 

No soil to seep into 

Hear our tarmac cries! 

The ground stained with stolen innocence and stolen dreams.

Hear our tarmac cries! 

Grey soaked red, as bullets pierced through hope -  

A shattered peace and a fractured loyalty -

Hear our tarmac cries!

The executioner chants a chorus of disunity,

Hear our tarmac cries!

Demons of our nation’s past, still looming

Their claws gripped onto her neck 

She chokes. She wheezes. 

Hear our tarmac cries!

Gripping harder, she gasps for air.

The promises yet to be met, in a future unlived, flash before her eyes. 

Hear our tarmac cries!

Six feet under she twists and she turns - she is not at peace - 

But they cannot hear her scream 

The demons of the past, still looming in our present, dug her in so deep 

Hear our tarmac cries!

On the dusty roads and on the tarmac streets,

Arm in arm , as peoples of one nation, we proclaim: 

‘Let us cast the demons out and find where they have put her, 

in her casket we will let her rest in a place anew,

so that with her last breath, a new nation will spring up - one that  is good and true’  

With the blood of the brave still streaming at the birth of a new day,  

They shoot again.

Bodies fall and with her every last breath  - 

This is the Death of a Nation. 

As we lay her to rest, 

The winds whistle and we, the people, sing 

“Arise, O compatriots, Nigeria's call obey”