The Chains of Poverty

In Nigeria, where sun and strength abide,

Our rivers gleam beneath the starlit tide.

Yet chains of want still bind our hearts in pain,

From Lagos’ pulse to Sokoto’s dry plain.

Our children dream beneath the mango’s shade,

Their hopes, like kites, on fragile winds evade.

The schoolroom falls, its roof lets in the rain,

While leaders feast, unmoved by people’s pain.

The market hums, yet. . .