Mimiko moruf oluwakayode

(20-8-1986 / ondo)

Giant of Africa


Blessed thy be
among the contries
so great and powerful
rich in culture
and natural endowment
truly, you are the giant of Africa

Hm! giant of Africa
you should be ashamed
for been called the giant of Africa
Isn't our flag green white green?
while green stand for food
and white for peace?
but now, green stand for famine
and white for war

Giant of Africa
heh heh heh
visa now becomes your lord
the land where
nigerian love to live

still, the tomtom of revolution
beats in our heart
for our ancestor to judge
both the good and the evil.

Submitted: Sunday, April 17, 2005
Edited: Monday, October 17, 2005

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