Poetry: My country by Barakat Akanbi

My Country

Why celebrate independence when we are still parasitive;
Why celebrate corrupt leaders,
Should these be called Illiteracy, Ignorance or primitiveness;

Why empty the nations treasury,

My country!where no pension  for pentioneers who are the fathers of this nation;

Why discriminate among ourselves,

Do our leaders have anything to offer to the masses,

A country where the rich are richer and the poor do not exist,
And we call ourselves the Giant of Africa,

Giant but Empty i Presume,

A country where citizens reign curses everyday to the leaders,
  

No love in my country,

 All i see is corruption everywhere. 

Corrupt leaders,

Corrupt citizens and a Corrupt country,
OH My Nation! 

Cry my beloved country.

Barakat Akannbi