DEAR God, we, Nigerians have started again, the people you gave the mandate to make the black race proud.

We have all forgotten, so quickly.

Every man now speaks of tribe and tongue, of kith and kin forgetting that true brotherhood knows no tribe, tongue, kith or kin.

Men, like hungry vermins, are calling for blood, fangs out, we cannot have enough of violence and destruction.

The level of hate and distrust is unbelievable.

Friends, former classmates and colleagues have become strange bedfellows.

Many are calling for 'war' seated in lands of 'peace' thousands of kilometres away.

Instructively, the colour of poverty, want and lack is the same in the North, South, East and West, but we refuse to use the brain so freely given.

Let affliction not arise a second time in this country given as a gift to the black race.

Help us understand that life is short, too short to seek that which divides than binds.

Help my countrymen understand that power belongs to you, and you give it to whom you wish.

Help my countrymen understand that those that oppress us speak the same language irrespective of their perceived differences.

How do we know that our oppressors have dual citizenships and permanent residences of far-away lands?

Give us understanding.

Break the barriers of ethnicity, tribe and religion.

Do not allow us to self-destruct.

If we must not live as one, we must not shed a drop of blood for it.

Have mercy on Nigeria.

Deliver Nigeria from herself, o Lord.

You've prayed enough for mercy, which is good.

Now cry for justice against the unrepentant oppressors who derive pleasure from systematic injustice and don't mind shedding innocent blood to sustain the status quo.

You will never see lasting peace in a country where justice and equity do not last.

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NaijaMagazineO:
DEAR God, we, Nigerians have started again, the people you gave the mandate to make the black race proud.

We have all forgotten, so quickly.

Every man now speaks of tribe and tongue, of kith and kin forgetting that true brotherhood knows no tribe, tongue, kith or kin.

Men, like hungry vermins, are calling for blood, fangs out, we cannot have enough of violence and destruction.

The level of hate and distrust is unbelievable.

Friends, former classmates and colleagues have become strange bedfellows.

Many are calling for 'war' seated in lands of 'peace' thousands of kilometres away.

Instructively, the colour of poverty, want and lack is the same in the North, South, East and West, but we refuse to use the brain so freely given.

Let affliction not arise a second time in this country given as a gift to the black race.

Help us understand that life is short, too short to seek that which divides than binds.

Help my countrymen understand that power belongs to you, and you give it to whom you wish.

Help my countrymen understand that those that oppress us speak the same language irrespective of their perceived differences.

How do we know that our oppressors have dual citizenships and permanent residences of far-away lands?

Give us understanding.

Break the barriers of ethnicity, tribe and religion.

Do not allow us to self-destruct.

If we must not live as one, we must not shed a drop of blood for it.

Have mercy on Nigeria.

Deliver Nigeria from herself, o Lord.

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Hmm

paschu:
You've prayed enough for mercy, which is good.

Now cry for justice against the unrepentant oppressors who derive pleasure from systematic injustice and don't mind shedding innocent blood to sustain the status quo.

You will never see lasting peace in a country where justice and equity do not last.

you will just die in vain...

You no go go face something meaningful...