Behold the land of my birth...

Where is all her glory...
Her pride and strength?

What happened to my mother land?

Where is all her splendour...
Her peace and unity?

My land lies in waste.
Her soils are drenched with blood and tears.

The blood of her men.
The tears of her women.
Tears mingled with the blood of her children.
The same tears that I cry today.

Who will heal my land?
Who will give comfort to the land of my birth?
Who will dry up her torrent of tears?
The same tears that I cry today...

Tears for the land of my birth.

© Nkiru Njoku, May 31, 2003