Written by Grace Alioke
hear, oh earth, a country is still bleeding
failure from colonialism’s scourge. her green has been
ground with grief, yet her leaders wrap it as glories over the
see, her dream is like a rotten rodent in the tongue of a stale fish.
see, her skin is filled with feathers of fights and greed.
see, her father land is farther than the land her children conceived.
hear, oh earth, as the cries of innocent blood are seeking escape route
from the ground. hear as her mothers’ mourns from lekki massacre shrink the
air. hear as insults drool from her children’s lips. hear as the drips of the country’s
failure, and see how her leaders wrap them as glories over the media.
hear, oh earth, hear! hear the clarion’s call to rescue. hear and heal the messiahs
till they rise and raise the flags of freedom. hear and bloom the bouquets of green
on her skin. replace the thorns with wreaths. dry the rain of infirmities and let joy shine
as the sun. hear the clarion call to rescue, oh earth.