CRY FOR NIGERIA by an African American slave descendent

nigeria log cabin
OLD STOLEN MEMORIES
by
an African American slave descendant
In the middle of the night
stolen from sight
Nigeria, Nigeria
my tears do fall for thee
where oh where can
your precious pearls be
your vulnerable girl nation
deprived of education
stolen from sight
in the middle of the night
Nigeria, Nigeria
my tears do fall for thee
nigeria heart
(a poem from the cross-bread banquet of Yolantha, the new Maya Angelou, seasoned with Gwendolyn Brooks, bathed in Langston Hughes, peppered with Angela Davis, Sprinkled with Mother Teresa, lathered in William Shakespeare, rolled in Edgar allen Poe, embellished with Annes Sexton, skimmed from the Motherland breakfast tables of Chinua Achebe, Wole Soyinka and Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie)


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