Today I have a mixed feeling
The situation calls for a deep reasoning
My face is empty but my heart is weeping
Over my dear nation that is still creeping
When will our crawling nation walk?
When will the drawling country talk?
Corruption is no longer a menace
In every aspect, it sits to relax
The forces on the road obtain by force
A fight for right and one might die
The kids witness their mothers crying
Never knew their dad who left thriving
The youth results to robbery
Our leader’s drink is made of honey
Their lives is a bed of rose
Ours is not even a carpet of grass
Noble dreams turn to nightmares
Morality being rewarded is now rare
Justice are sacrificed in the courts of law
The present situation is indeed a bad one
Political thugs we turn on the street
Saluting them because of what we’ll eat
Our futures they made a game of ludo
Tossing the dice as we watch in sorrow
Our patriots turned against us
Preferring their offices to our nation’s love
We queue to cast our humble votes
After their cunning and jungle scopes
In the scourging sun we still labour
Calling on God to show favour
In the hands of our masters who turned traitors
While the doctors turn tailors
We grow thinner due to poverty
Corruption laughing at our honesty
It is dangerous to be right when they are wrong
Like some past patriots killed with gun
Tax evasion land the masses in jail
We turned criminals no one can bail
On the street they walk and we hail
Long life the man who owns the day
They travel about blowing sirens
For us to suffer, they think is ideal
Association of lunatics they see when we protest
Next year Hon. Ajanaku will still contest
He just need to bribe some men
They neglect institutions’ gate during campaign
They don’t want to see us giving them a chase
Straight to the market square they go
Cajoling our mothers with things they don’t know
I will build bridges in your toilets
You deserve tarred road in your chalets
Your son will study law in Harvard
They go back and say they cajoled the bastards
He who pays the piper must dance the tune
Should we suffer for the votes we cast?
Our dreams are fading on a daily basis
Listen to the dying nation and make haste
Mother Africa, rise for your fight
Nation Nigeria, go for your right
Fellow Ambassadors we know our plight
Let us struggle to attain the height.
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