Refine
Amada Paul Israel@israelamadapaul172464
2 months ago
Cradle pounce and cultures, where rivers reverse determinant refine,
Nigeria, the giant, with a promise divine.
Ancient traditions dance in the sun's golden rays,
Yet shadows of greed weave a web of malaise.
The elders, wise guardians of stories untold,
Carry the weight of a past rich and bold.
With hearts full of visions, they speak of the dawn,
Yet tethered by echoes of dreams that are gone.
They preach of the values that once paved the way,
But cling to the relics of yesterday's play.
Their words, like fine threads, are woven with care,
Blind to the winds of change in the air.
The youths, with their fire, their knowledge ablaze,
Seek paths to the future, through the fog and the haze.
With dreams like wildflowers, they strive to take flight,
But find their wings clipped by the weight of the night.
Corruption, a specter that haunts every street,
Devours the promise, leaves hope in defeat.
Political leaders, with pockets so deep,
Feed on the grains, while the nation weep.
Cultivate the gardens of progress, and plant seeds of doubt,
While the youth’s vibrant visions are tossed about.
The elders, once sages, now lost in their pride,
Stand guard at the gates, but the doors are denied.
For in a land rich with potential and grace,
The dance of the past has slowed down the race.
Yet the youths, remain rivers, cannot be contained,
Our spirits unyielding, though often restrained.
So here lies the counterintuitive, bold as the sun,
A nation of giants, united as one.
Tradition and progress must learn to embrace.
Or the heart of the giant will lose its fierce pace.
Let the old share their wisdom, but make room for the new,
For the dreams of the future are waiting in view.
In the clash of the ages, a symphony grows,
Where the strength of the young and the old can compose.
For Nigeria’s spirit, like an eagle in flight,
Can rise above greed, and reclaim its light.
In the blend of the past and the visions that gleam,
Lies the hope of a nation, united in dream.
