Blood Anthem🩸

Arise, O compatriots… but why arise?
When your children rot in the bush like forgotten yams,
Kidnapped under the watch of those who swore to protect,
Their tiny voices silenced by AK fire and ransom demands.
Nigeria’s call obey? Obey what, the silence of graves?
The blood-soaked farms where farmers flee and widows wail?

To serve our fatherland… with what? Empty promises and bullet holes?
Your labour of heroes past now fuels private jets and Swiss accounts,
While schoolgirls twist in agony, tied like goats in Sambisa thickets,
Waiting for rescue that never comes from Aso Rock’s marble halls.
Hearts that once beat with hope now pump pure terror,
One nation bound in chains, not freedom, in fear, not peace.

I pledge to Nigeria, my country…
To be faithful to the lie, loyal to the looting, honest about the dying.
Under Tinubu and the ones before, the plague didn’t start with you,
But you wear the crown of shame like a designer agbada,
Sitting fat and powdered while blood flows like River Niger.
Children snatched from classrooms, parents selling kidneys for ransom,
And you? You dance at inaugurations, chop life in Dubai,
Unconcerned as bandits collect school fees in human flesh.

O God of creation… direct our noble cause?
Noble? Where is the nobility in governors building empires
While villages burn and mothers chew dust over shallow graves?
The suffering multiplies, inflation eats the poor alive,
Insecurity rapes the land from North to South, East to West.
Politicians in flowing agbadas, bellies full of stolen oil,
Laughing at the “common man” bleeding out on hospital floors
With no drugs, no power, no hope, just endless darkness.

You have turned our anthem to a funeral dirge,
Our pledge to a joke told by corpses in the bush.
Wake up, Nigeria! Or rot in this engineered shame.
The blood of the innocent cries louder than your empty speeches,
The suffering masses are rising, not to obey, but to demand.
Your time of mockery and murder draws to a close,
For even the blind can see that this government is drenched in our blood.

Arise… before the fire consumes the throne itself.
The children in the bush are waiting.
Their blood is on your hands.