Posted by Jerry A. Igho on
It was daybreak,
Sitting with my grandmother,
All we heard at once,
Was the sound of the gong?
The town crier,
Crying as he sound his gong,
His voice resonates.
Anarchy in the air,
Confusion all around,
An abominable deed has,
Been conceive,
The market square,
Calls you all,
All sway to the square,
Blood cried one,
Name, Nigeria who
Have thirty six sons.
The earth weep,
My sons have gone,
Astray, ethnicity as destroy them,
Tribalism as become their meal.
They have lost hold of patriotism,
The oath they took has eluded them,
They have plundered my treasuring,
Oh that my blood,
Will be ink,
That i may inscribe,
Their deeds on the wall.
Where are you,
Where is him...he call,
Here am i Delta answer,
There standing before his father,
He wept, father save me,
I have being battered,
And naked, save me.
Dedicated to all........well meaning Deltans.