Oh Nigeria,
My father land
So blessed a land
To the penury of her children.
Where milk and honey flow.
Yet we eat bitter gall and pills
We live by the sea shore
Yet wash hands with saliva
I hail your bowels
That houses saints and convicted:
A people very peaceful in rage
Plainly united in deceitful enemity
Why are we so blessed
To the gross misfortune of all
In our emaciated bones we rejoice
Singing the songs of other lands!
Amidst plenty we're in want
As butcher's heir, we nimble bones
Though prince of fabric merchant
We roam the street naked.
No one is more talented than thee
No problem is your dread
Even the boko and the haram
All are injection of your selfie
The giant of Africa indeed
Heartbeat of the world economics
Whose home leaks
But mending at will for others.
A nation structured in adultery
'Flora' and 'Fredrick' I quote
On the original Southern Sudan
Earlier Niger area, now Nigeria.
Instead of grease we see crisis,
Where fallacy rides on truth
And we say 'God bless' in rage,
When will its ointment soothe?
May God bless my country
And see not our misdeed
If not for the tears o' the oppress'd
But for the future of my generati'n
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