After years of anguish, at last from the horizon,
A bright sun shines around this region,
Niger Delta thrives, in an uhabitated Island,
In solitude and servitude in that caged Island,
As the whirlwind welcomes wild beasts into her Kingdom,
The Eagles make chants of zoom: No bastion of freedom.

Though, the splendour of her beauty illuminates,
Yet, the shadow of her presence hallucinates,
When x-rayed with the crystal lamp of the Earth,
She buries Byzantine complexity for having no worth,
But then, those stubborn and Anthill-pillars of darkness,
And those cobwebs of ancestral wretchedness,
Metamorphosed into a great stone like that of Zion,
Oh! Niger Delta the wounded innocent lion.

Are thou the sleeping heart of a hungry giant?
Like double charged canons, ensure other giants,
The Resource-Adventures, under the guise of parrots,
From other amalgamated lands who like parrots
Gluster to devour carcass, like Eagles hovering in the sky,
There is bastion of freedom nowemblazoned in the sky,
So, Arise! From the enervated position of zero,
To an indomitable position of a hero.

Oh! Niger Delta, the recompense of your hospitality,
Is now reciprocated on thee as brutality.
Listen! The palm kernel stone has an eye,
Risk not the natured treasure in the ball of your eyes,
Beware! For how long shall the jet-black honey flowing from the mangrove swamps devoid of money,
Wets only the thirsty throat of the Savannah desert;
That for ages grows yucca, cactus and dirt?

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Source3: https://www.codecademy.com/profiles/beatplaza
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