*A Cry from the Heart of Nigeria*In the land of plenty, where rivers flow like gold,A people suffer, young and old.The weight of corruption, a burden too great,A nation weeps, as leaders seal their fate.The shadows of Biafra, a wound that won't heal,A civil war's scars, a people's pain revealed.The cries of the lost, the tears of the land,A nation's division, a future unplanned.Benin Republic's halls, once full of song,Now silenced, as freedom's flame is wrong.A university banned, a future lost,A generation sacrificed, at a nation's cost.Great Nigeria House, a monument of pride,Reduced to ashes, as lives inside died.The screams of the trapped, the scent of smoke and fire,A nation's shame, a heart that will not tire.The Lekki Toll Gate, a site of despair,#EndSARS, a cry that echoed, a nation's prayer.From Lagos to Abuja, the cries resound,A people rise, demanding justice be found.The bad government, a cancer that won't cease,Must be cut out, for Nigeria to breathe, to release.The ghosts of Biafra, they still whisper low,A call for justice, for a people's right to know.The ashes of Great Nigeria House, a tragic tale,A reminder of lives lost, a nation's failure to prevail.Oh, Nigeria, land of beauty and might,How long will you suffer, in endless night?Rise up, dear people, claim your right,A better tomorrow, a brighter light.Let the voices be heard, let the tears be seen,For a nation that weeps, for a people unseen.Let justice roll, like a mighty stream,For Nigeria's sake, let the people dream.
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