Shredding Shield

I grew up discussing the adage of Nigeria

Solidarity and confidence; harmony and progress…

Presently solidarity is compromised by our beliefs and accepts

While harmony and progress have both gone to voice message.

There was this delight I gotten from drawing

Our Coat of Arm, encoding characteristic assets

By concealing shield dark to symbolize our rich soil

Which should be our favors however now, our most noteworthy revile.

There was this fulfillment I got breathing in scents

From the copious blooms that symbolized our magnificence

Damn, we are perfect! in any case, those days are no more

As far back as the shield broke and blooms started to shrink.

There was this certainty I had while growing up

I felt super verified in the pockets of two wings.

Kindly did you see the Eagle that represented our quality?

Not these destroyed powerless quills tumbling off from the top.

There was this joy I gotten from gazing

At our incredible Coat of Arm, I pined for to ride on

The left and right steeds that symbolized our

Pride and poise however now, the hankering is in the grave.

I grew up appreciating the blemish on the shield

Which symbolized two extraordinary streaming Rivers

That met at an inside, that quite a long time ago held

The extraordinary and forceful; Nigeria, until things self-destructed.