Gone are those days she stood tall
capped with pride that matched strength
of her brothers from the lands of the colorless masters
All she has now ….lines
wrinkled lines intertwined all over her
lines of hardship, lines of pain.
she wears faded colors
the tell stories of a once powerful Nation
now? a struggling tad
She is adorned with praises
of smiles on the faces of heroes past
now? worthless prints on battered paper
that tell tales,painfully loud tales
yet you turn deaf ears
overwhelmed with ignorance
and washed in greed.
You break her with your fist,
stuff her in pocketed shorts
and sin stained shirts
you rub her in your dirt,
choke her in your obliviousness
her value diminishing by the second.
I make bold to say, our Naira is gradually becoming extinct