We started as a Slave Young but brimming with ideas Our youths seeked for education And went as far to get it They were our compatriots Nigeria's call,they obeyed Against the turbulence of the sea They prevailed For love of their Father land 1960,we got it We all took to the streets to celebrate Free at last From the wicked hold of colonialism Yes,we owe some things to you Teaching us about governance and equalism Our lives were bound to change for the better We grew younger Our children grew older Retiring us early,they took over We taught them the ways as we learnt from you They took it up so much that they splitted us apart Biafra wanted the east,Nigeria had to stay together So we fought Children of the same father but different mothers Fighting for the Father's property because he left without a will The grand children were left to suffer They know nothing It was resolved The older one won But the family was torn apart although they remained together The remains of the war remain even to date The scars that remain burn the eyes so much when stared at The skin remains broken and charred Refusing to be mended Finally the time came The time to chose a new world The time to chose a new Nigeria Where the scars of the war shall be gone Where the broken skin becomes beautiful Where the strenght of the aged is vigorous We have chosen our treasure We are together We are one Nigeria Good luck,Nigeria |