u were once a fertile and
naturally blessed land
inhabited by black
people,who lived in peace
with each other and
worshipped the gods of
their forefathers.One day
the british came and
destroyed your fertile
lands,stole your resources
and took your people as
slaves.The brought a
foreign ruler to colonize
u,one of them his name
was Lord lugard,and
Lugard without caring
about the will of your
people joined your
northern and southern
people together,one day
Lugard's wife decide to
give u the name
Nigeria.Oil was discovered
on your lands,but the oil
only make the rich richer
and the poor poorer,your
heroes like
awolowo,azikiwe,abiola,
fela,bola ige are dying or
already dead while your
villains like obasanjo,ibb,t
y danjuma, are still alive
and holding u hostage.The
brought in a dying
yaradua to rule your
people and made a
fisherman's son president
after his death,the steal
billions from you that
could have been used to
take care of the less-
privileged,Every day i
always cry when i think of
the beauty you were
before the whitemen then
the soldiers and after
obasanjo and co.came and
destroyed you.for my love
for you i cry for my
beloved country.

Cool. Good work, but rather too prosaic. However, the poem is neither obstrusive nor esoteric, hence the ideas are discernible. Cheers!