My pen in hand I begin to wonder
If all I have done, all that I ponder
Is enough to make the change I seek
Or if I’m just clueless, worse I’m weak
My nation is falling, turning to crumbs
My brothers and sisters, everyone is numb
But something somehow really must be done
My nation is dying and it is no longer fun.
Our Oga at the top is acting so passively
While our people and funds deplete massively
The once upon a time Giant of Africa
Has reduced to its lowest, my Nigeria
What then is the way out of this mess?
Certainly not what is being done, I confess
All hands must together, at once be on deck
To make our nation clean, remove the last speck
A problem so big lies within the youths
Very few seem to care about the loot
And until we wake up, until we act
Twill seem the devil and Nigeria made a pact
I pledge myself in allegiance today
To fight for my nation, what else can I say?
I do not wish this question from my daughter
“Mum, why didn’t you fight to make it better?”
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