by Victor Chris
“E go beta” has made us bitter.
Our image of virtual wonder;
The tales of bedtime have bored
Our ears sored.
And light has revealed the fraud.
Our waiting is long overdue
Our hurts have sprung anew
The time of rebirth has come
Much awaited, it seemed
The ill will never be cured.
“E go beta” has made us weaker
Our axes we have stayed
Our justice we have delayed
We have waited, we have prayed
Yet the fellowship has ever failed
If truly, “E go beta”
The hoe will hang on the shoulder
We will ignore the pinch of the weaver
We will embrace the stench of raw leather
If truly, “E go beta”
Ants will stop queue to go out
The kangaroo will shed its pouch
All the birds will together fly south
YET
“E go beta”—but with time
With works worth every dime
Every bee will give its slime
Every thorn will join the twine
And in this mighty pot, all will be fine
“E go beta”,
With Love, Nigeria.
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