What a beautiful tribute to the land of your birth!
I've enjoyed reading your poem. In it, I see the fervour of deep pride, great longing, and rugged persistence. Structurally, I see recurrent patterns that give unity to the whole -- "Though tears flow freely"/"Though we are hurt daily"/"Though the future looks bleak..." as well as "How can they say we are finished"/"How can they say we have no hope"/"How can they say we are miserable"/"How can we stop believing..."
I note also the occasional casual rhymes, which are obviously not the intended dominant feature of this work. Nor does it need to be: the powerful message stands tall on its own, heralded mostly by a hope that generations after generations of Nigerians will never yield their dreams of the ideals that keep the nation forging forward.
Congratulations on your national anniversary of 59 years! Jamaica follows closely with 57 years of independence from Britain (since 1962 August 6).