Have you ever wished that dark becomes light
Or that the Labour of your heroes will remain, and show forth good tiden
The diamond in her eyes shows that she is rich in knowledge and wisdom.
She is rich but the powers on seat takes all unapologetically
They careless yet they depend on our votes, our votes.
The diamond in her eyes, mature but fickle.
She was made that way by her owners
Who see less of her; no respect for her
She is royal, yet she is a slave
A slave that serves both slaves and royals
The diamond is attractive, she knows her worth, yet not her price.
She depends on her beauty
The strength of her beauty
But no one sees her beauty
The diamond in her eyes has gone deem
Her people are scared
Her people wants change
But her eyes sees no more
Sixty-one years of growth
Sixty-one years of pain
Sixty-one years of terror
Sixty-one years of hope
Yes hope
And we still hope
We still hope
We still hope for another sixty-one years
Yes another sixty-one years
But this time, with peace and unity.
(Poem written by Chinenye Anichebe, in commemoration of Nigeria at 61)
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