Once upon a time
In this same land called Nigeria
Our fathers felt nothing but hysteria
They had dreams and hopes
They rode on the back of the motherland
Some of them were paid to go to school
And job was certain after being schooled
Their manners and creed were great to behold
There was peace and contentment in the land.
They married and were given in marriage early
They had their kids in health and wealth
The hospitals functioned as they were meant
Free education their children all enjoyed
None had to take with him desks and chairs
University students had 3 course meals.
When we struck black gold farming was gone
Everyone wore a tie our blessings have come
Then we started craving for what didn’t work for
By all means we want what we can’t afford
Our lexicon changed we got new words
419, corruption, nepotism and a lot
Our leaders are conniving they trade ours for theirs
They have killed the nation, a giant turned dwarf
Which was nigeria for how long will you be crippled?
We have to work to rise and to rise we work
We must stop those who hate us from leading us to doom
We must love one another and work at the loom
We create our patterns whatever we want
This is our land we just can’t give up
We have to kill corruption before it kills us
We must stop decadence, degradation and degeneration
We must exterminate tribalism and nepotism
Redemption is near, it is only far if we fail to work
Nigeria is blessed enough to safe us, but we all first need to save her.
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Nigeria is a doomed country and only total dissolution can save her