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David Lilly-West Nigeria
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In Nigeria 2 min read
The Fallen Giant: A lament for Nigeria's stolen Children
<p>Oh My Country Nigeria</p><p><br/></p><p>Oh My Country Nigeria,  </p><p>your soil drinks the tears of toddlers,  </p><p>little feet that once chased chalk dust  </p><p>now stumble through bushes in chains.  </p><p><br/></p><p>Oh My Country Nigeria,  </p><p>on May the fifteenth, gunshots shattered dawn,  </p><p>three schools bled innocence in Ogbomoso,  </p><p>thirty-nine children, some barely two years old,  </p><p>ripped from classrooms meant to birth their dreams.  </p><p>Yet your government turns a blind eye,  </p><p>feasting behind marble walls while blood flows freely.  </p><p><br/></p><p>Oh My Country Nigeria.  </p><p><br/></p><p>Oh My Country Nigeria,  </p><p>a mathematics teacher, Michael Oyedokun,  </p><p>stood before blackboards etching futures,  </p><p>now his head rolls in a bandit’s video—  </p><p>a trophy for monsters, a warning ignored.  </p><p>Mothers claw at empty beds, fathers rage at silent skies,  </p><p>but your leaders sip wine and quote statistics,  </p><p>deaf to the screams echoing across the land.  </p><p><br/></p><p>Oh My Country Nigeria.  </p><p><br/></p><p>Oh My Country Nigeria,  </p><p>where fear is the only constant companion,  </p><p>where parents kiss their children goodbye  </p><p>wondering if school will return them alive.  </p><p>You parade Children’s Day on the twenty-seventh,  </p><p>a hollow celebration while little warriors remain hostages,  </p><p>caged by monsters you refuse to crush.  </p><p><br/></p><p>Oh My Country Nigeria.  </p><p><br/></p><p>Oh My Country Nigeria,  </p><p>once a giant of Africa, rich with promise and pride,  </p><p>a land that stood tall at independence,  </p><p>boasting black gold and brains that lit the continent—  </p><p>now living in ruins, a shadow of her former glory.  </p><p>How dare you still boast of greatness  </p><p>while your babies shiver in captivity,  </p><p>while teachers’ blood paints the path to knowledge red?  </p><p><br/></p><p>You have failed the purest among us,  </p><p>turned sanctuaries of learning into slaughter fields,  </p><p>and your government watches it all—  </p><p>complicit, comfortable, and cruelly silent.  </p><p><br/></p><p>Oh My Country Nigeria.  </p><p><br/></p><p>Oh My Country Nigeria,  </p><p>the world watches your children disappear  </p><p>while the powerful sleep behind tall walls of denial.  </p><p>We cry with bleeding hearts and burning rage:  </p><p>Bring back our babies! End this slaughter of hope!  </p><p><br/></p><p>For you were once a great nation—  </p><p>a beacon of black excellence and resilience—  </p><p>now a crumbling ruin drowning in fear and forgotten blood.  </p><p>Wake up, Nigeria…  </p><p>or forever remain a fallen giant,  </p><p>haunted by the ghosts of your stolen children.  </p><p><br/></p><p>Oh My Country Nigeria…  </p><p>Oh My Country Nigeria…  </p><p>Oh My Country Nigeria.</p>
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