So great and succulent they are; the
grasses here in the shores of Nigeria,
pure with an umbrella of sovereignity;
I have seen the green grasses of Nigeria.
I have seen the elephant grasses at home;
a peck of abundance they are built together,
I have sat with the Hibiscus down the street;
unity is their core value standing for men.
They are the drum war of the anarchist,
a culture preserver, gainer of hope drive;
trust of doctors, imaginations of poets,
Birds abode showering nomadic wish;
I have seen the dream grasses of Nigeria.
I have seen the grasses of mother Nigeria,
with skills to change the Lead men in town,
they are pens man to redraw the earth’s beauty;
I know the grasses planted in Nigeria’s fields.
It chased the sun into a-hiding in the noon,
waving with hands singing of praises,
rain tapping on their palms to create peace;
I have seen the beautiful grasses of Nigeria.
I know the grasses of Nigeria surroundings,
I have the grasses of Nigeria gallantly created,
green tendrils-sprouting with a pretty rain drops,
making our nights a-chilling and young lovers
Cuddling freely with no shame in their eyes.
(C) John Chizoba Vincent
Vincent Of Vincent 2016