VOICES FOR A BETTER NATION

Grayed temple, bowed by the weight of years,
You steady the foundation, guiding our legacy with silent prayers.

​Rise, shoulder, engine of labor in the heat and rain,
Turning the grit of struggle into steel on every bustling street.

​We hold the promise of a government of, by, and for the people, yet we sit in real life and stand only on Twitter, celebrating a lie every May 29th. While hunger drives our innovation, the poor find “no doors” to unlock through education.

​The cost of living kills the living, and we have grown “Afro-deaf” to the cries of the common man. We struggle as the Naira falls, hampered by greed and a system where the judiciary is merely a “side chick” to the government.

​Now rings the voice, piercing and shrill,
The teen’s cry demanding the brave and free.

​A land of justice, not of creed or tribe,
Where schools and hospitals are pride, not bribe;
United, upright, we demand our due—
Restructuring our ideology to make democracy’s promise true.