Nigeria's Cry for Help
In twilight's hush, where shadows play,
A nation cries, in desperation's sway,
Nigeria's heartbeat, strong and free,
Yet bound by chains, of poverty.

From Lagos' streets, to Kano's ground,
A people's plea, echoes all around,
Of leaders failing, to lead the way,
Of citizens suffering, night and day.

The cry for help, a desperate call,
For justice, equality, and freedom's fall,
From corruption's grip, that holds so tight,
From poverty's grasp, that chokes the light.

The youth, a force, with energy and might,
Yearning for change, and a brighter light,
But opportunities scarce, and hope dwindles fast,
Leaving many lost, in a future aghast.

The economy falters, and growth is slow,
The people suffer, as the system goes low,
The infrastructure crumbles, and roads decay,
The future uncertain, in a nation astray.

But still we cry, for a better day,
For leaders who care, and a brighter way,
For a Nigeria, where all can thrive,
Where justice reigns, and freedom survives.

The cry for help, a nation's plea,
For a future bright, and a destiny free,
Let us unite, and work as one,
To build a Nigeria, where all are won.