A lot of us have our various views about the current state of our dear country after 53 years of independence. Some would tell you that, although the ride has been very rough, things haven't been bad at all. Whereas, others would vehemently argue that Nigeria is a failed state. With your thought lucidly portrayed, compose a short poem that tells your personal story about the 53 years of Nigeria's existence. Below is my short poem that tries to tell my subjective story about the 53 years of Nigeria's Independence.

[b]crested with dotted lines of eschewing beauty
Covered with sandly particles in dainty squalor
She was brewed up; raised in the faithly strength of great patriots
Groomed in the flickering hope of many
We should journey not again this part, people mumbled
But blood would propel the resistance,blood halted the resistance
and so in blood she was crafted to look whole again.
Her wholeness did lead to a transmogrification
A fication* that gave birth to demented despotism
Alarmed! we protested with dripping daiquiri nestled around our face
Oh! why have thou cursed us with these vampires?
Again and again they followed in streak concession
defiling her saintly beauty with impunity
Prayer and hope led us to the clamored time
A time devoid of fizzling muscle and rumpled face
A time that made conspicuous her voluptuous curves without
endangering her already fractured virginity;so we thought.
Then came men with rehearsed theatrics; men with bally stomach
disguised in the traditional attire of ethnic preachers
Men who had no shoes but wallowed in the accompany fragment of un-daintily wealth.
Men whose unreserved hatred for corruption seems too mildly crude to believe.
Yet, amid-st her constant defilement,she stands firm, waiting to be saved from the savor grips of the corrupt and the corrupted.
Happy Independence Nigeria.[/b]