My blood boils,
Its steam beating against the sky.
Oh! if pen were a sword,
Then let it be that i slash at their Hearts.
They who heaven has given Chance to guide her path.

Tall, an ebony black she once was,
With grace of a gazelle.
And everyman who met her,
Stopped and stared.
But no more, no more.
For now she stinks, her stench Chokes.

Heavens! Have i not tried to clothe Her?
But now, she is like Adam and Eve.
She is naked, my country, my Nigeria.
And yet those men who lead her Look on,
With backs facing the sun.
God! Where has shame fled?

But i will write with my pen,
Slashing through with words,
Tearing down their government.
Till, i rid her of those leech and her Skin glows again.

I will write till she stands,
Tall and regal,
And her decayed teeths be white Again.
And men be glad to gaze upon her Beauty.
I will write till, she shines.

Melody Kuku

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/but-i-will-write-till-she-shines/