Give me back my home!

Lately I've been plagued by these thoughts
About this place where I call my home and proudly say I'm from
About my country, about this my nation
Somedays I long to have been born in a different era
Where human life was sacred and brothers spoke different languages
Where the government stood for the people not for cattle
Where religion had nothing to do with who you were
And the soil was not tainted with the blood of the innocent
This is my land
The river niger and benue they meet in ny Palm
I am Nigerian
We are the giants of Africa, and still without stable electricity
Our governors line their pockets while the air is thick with the foul stench of poverty
Is this my land?
A place where negotiations are made with terrorists
And history repeats itself
My heart bleeds for my home
Look at the height from which we have fallen
In the days when naira was equal to dollar it was easy to believe we were God's chosen
Now to me it seems like we've been forsaken
Unemployment sits over the heads of the youths
Entrepreneurship thrives uprooting that truth that education first is key
But what is the use of that much desired degree
If it ends up shelved gathering dust and never put to good use
I look around the faces of my people  and there's no hope
What is happening to my land??
This is not the home I know
Give me back the Nigeria I love.