A short poem to celebrate the nation at 53.

....And as as such we are damned
by every cubicle nd inch there is a stench
Still trudging the muddy trail at 53
nd even d latter years were a wreck

Naija I hail thee nd equally weep for. thee....I don cry tire
grab your big chunk and just tuck it in
coz the national cake is for all
but only a few are smeared in it

We the masses are the awry lot with no gut
Are we that soft or just mere dumb

A total crack down is what we seek
Cz being meek nd subtle led us here
So let's embrace fury a bit
Maybe that might bring the change we need.