by Akinbo, Adebunmi Adeola
Published on: Dec 22, 2008
Type: Poetry

Its Christ time,
the yuletide of another year,
the moment flew fast,
things change, faces appear,
gifts exchanged,
some disappear;

The season is joy
but for some, more pain,
sorrow rings loud,
sadness arise... without hope;

Another hour of miracles passes,
and i beckon you to join,
My country is still on the map...
...wars fought, elections annulled,
crime, violence, death everywhere,
yet, we stand as one;

Its a season for us to reason,
and a season to listen to reason,
the New Nigeria emerges.

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