With gallantry and brotherhood Nigerians fought,
That from the forces of foul play peace and justice may be wrought.
The horrors of our fratricidal war should be a concrete lesson,
With its deplorable killing and looting and arson
That the fatality of war is a respecter of no human person.
Only a deep sense of human equality can be our saving medicine.
The bridge between the rich and poor is far from negligible,
As the national cake to the poor remains intangible.
In unity we say we stand,
But where lies the unity when we play and dance to diverse band?
Excerpts from the Poem, A Decade of Nigerian
From The Lily, A Book of Poems by Eddy Ikponmwen