12th June’s dawn was meant to rise,
With voices strong, with clearer skies,
Yet echoes of a silenced past
Still haunt the halls where futures cast.
Democracy, a sacred word,
Yet who shall heed when truth is blurred?
A nation sways, its spirit worn,
By hands once pledged but now forlorn.
Where is justice? Where is light?
Not in shadows where wrong takes flight.
Not in thrones of selfish greed,
Nor in the wounds that nations bleed.
Let truth be spoken, let wounds be healed,
No tribe alone, no fate concealed.
A country shattered, but strength remains,
If hearts unite and break these chains.
O leaders, hear the people’s cry,
Not promises sung, but deeds that fly!
Not walls that rise, but bridges laid,
Not wealth for few, but hope conveyed.
12th June is more than memory’s page—
It must be action, bold and sage!
No empty words, no hollow creed,
But hands that build and lives that lead.
For Nigeria lives, if hearts are true,
If visions rise and paths renew,
Let power serve, let wisdom guide,
Let every voice walk side by side.
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Copyright © 2025 Chris Chinwe Ulasi
♦ Chris Chinwe Ulasi, Professor of Media and Communication, is on the Editorial Board of the West African Pilot News.
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