Tributes to Nigerians

Who lived to fight

But died at bullets sight

For justice, for equity

For change, for betterment

Tributes to Nigerians

Whose smiles suffer them

And their cries are never heard

Who suffers for daily bread

While deep inside, they bleed

Tributes to Nigerians

Who wake up early to sleep late

Hawking for bread, hustling in stress

Working, but worked out

Striving, but starved to death

Tributes to Nigerians

Who did not place religion above man

But places man above religion

Who are their brother’s keeper

Who honours the difference in others

Tribute to Nigerians

Whose friends betrayed and colleagues dismayed

In prisons and cell blocks for no offense

Praying yet; yet prayed for their foes

Men of valour, buried without honour

Tributes to Nigerians

Who saw fraudsters and liars of politicians

And were brave enough to stand their feets

Not corrupt by lies, not swayed by bribes

Who in truths hunger, hunger to fight for truth

Tributes to Nigerian

Who in service were cheated

But refused to be cheaters

Who stood for loyalty, but bullied for honesty

Who saw change and were courageous to change

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Tribute to Nigerians Who lived to fight But died at bullets sight For justice, for equity For change, for betterment Tribute to Nigerians Whose smiles suffer them And their cries are never heard Who suffers for daily bread While deep inside, they bleed Tribute to Nigerians Who wake up early to sleep late Hawking for bread, hustling in stress Working, but worked out Striving, but starved to death Tribute to Nigerians Who did not place religion above man But place man above religion Who are their brother’s keeper Who honours the difference in others Tribute to Nigerians Whose friends betrayed and colleagues dismayed In prisons and cell blocks for no offense Praying yet; yet prayed for their foes Men of valour, buried without honour Tribute to Nigerians Who saw political fraudsters and liars And were brave enough to stand their feet Not corrupt by lies, not swayed by bribes Who in t...

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