Nigeria, Roses Don't Last

Nigeria
Nature's beauty
Slave Masters' Territory
Deal her blows, deadly
Leaving her face
Scar-studded


Blood wail down her nostrils
Pain in her heart, so strong
Black-eyed from punches
After years of rape
Teardrops from eye's depth
So they shut her up
Like a crying baby tossed a biscuit
They give her a treat, roses

But roses don't last
Soon they wither
And the pain is reborn.
Nigeria.