Nigeria is my Country (A Satire) ~ By Okwundu Uchenna Martins

No doubt, Nigeria is my country.
From the map I view her boundary.
Country blessed with many minerals,
But managed by cruel criminals.
Where cow is valued than human.
You complain they call you a woman.
At times I wonder if it’s a curse
We cannot trace its root cause.
Terrorists turn VIP and president’s pet.
We the citizens end up in police net.
We take matters to the jury
They punch us like Wilder in hand of Fury.
Lawmakers sponsor ‘Bokos’ with bill,
While poor masses become point and kill.
This bad state makes me cry
For we have given up hope to try.