Diary of Empresskitee

‎The Dawn of lost glory.

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‎It was a beautiful morning,

‎The sky itself seemed to sing.

‎Drums echoed through the cities,

‎Trumpets kissed the rising sun.

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‎New garments of pride were worn,

‎Mothers carried children with joy,

‎Fathers lifted their sons and daughters high,

‎As if to say “You are the future we fought for.”

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‎The Union Jack fell to the earth,

‎And the Green-White-Green soared to the heavens.

‎“Happy Independence!” voices thundered,

‎A chorus of hope, a song of freedom.

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‎But sixty-five years have passed…

‎Now the air is heavy with sighs.

‎Dreams weighed down by despair,

‎Not from forgetfulness

‎But from scars, from struggles, from unkept promises.

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‎Yet still…

‎Still, we pray, oh we pray....

‎For a glory once lost, can be reborn,

‎And the Green-White-Green will shine again.

‎Nigeria, O beloved, again we'll raise our head high with pride.