There in the trigger
Of Africa's gun,
Lies a giant river
Rich in culture and wealth.
There's a loud cry
From that river
For an answer
Why she ceased to flow
There's a loud cry
From that river
Why she is
Now filled with tears.
There's a cry
From the fishes,
That has nothing
Nothing else to eat.
There's a cry
From the river
Drenched in her own
Fishes blood.
There's a loud cry
From the river
That has no where to flow
And her pride lost long ago.
There's a cry
From mother fish
That just lost
Another fry.
There's a cry
From the river
That has been abused
And caged.
There's a cry
From Nigeria
For a reason
How she became this.
There's a cry
From the people
Whose pride
Are battered and shatterd.
There's a cry
From the river
Asking how
The rain never falls again.
There's a cry
From an old mother
Who has just
Lost her last child.
There's a cry
From this poet
For a reason
Only heaven knows.
Toheeb Tiamiyu
