Tears Of A Nation Spoken Word
A poem by Gabrielle Uchechukwu Amunike
In Nigeria today… what thrives is decay.
Illicit whispers… reckless indulgence…
Everywhere you turn—
that’s the conversation.
Gb***… styles… empty pleasures…
while STDs spread like wildfire in the night.
Pretty faces… but rotten inside.
Handsome smiles… yet hollow souls.
Oh God… save this country.
Hardship has dressed desire in chains.
Poverty pours temptation like rain.
Our daughters roses once bright
now traded for a plate of food.
They call it hook-up…
but it is hunger’s voice, crying in shame.
They sell their bodies…
to feed young parents…
Parents who retired too early,
because jobs never came.
Governance twisted…
by men who call themselves gods.
And when you speak of their evil
you are silenced…
or punished…
severely.
We once walked proud.
When the naira stood taller than the dollar.
When our seaports worked—Warri, Onne, Calabar…
not just Lagos, carrying a nation’s load.
We once had Eagle Cement, Port Cement,
shoe factories, thriving investors.
A graduate without a job? Unheard of.
But now…
dreams are buried in the dust of greed.
Eight years in power—
their only plan?
To pass the throne to another thief.
They steal, they cover,
they distract us with tribalism.
Yoruba against Igbo…
Hausa against Yoruba …
Yet, what pride is there to boast of tribe,
when your pockets are empty,
your children unfed,
your wife and daughter
prey for politicians and ritualists alike.
From the khaki years… to the ballot years…
we keep dwindling.
We keep sinking.
We keep crying.
A nation blessed…
yet cursed by greed.
A people strong…
yet broken by their leaders.
May God save Nigeria.
May His mercy reign.
For our tears… are rivers unending.
Gabrielle Amunike
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