Alas! halcyon days are lost
Looms large is blacks'holocaust
Why rapacious claims of misfit
The rules literally reads brinkmanship
Brutal mutiny by usurping tribesmen
Inebriation of rendering mortals dead
Nigerians in carnage of nine eleven
Our social milieu-a dooms haven
Spoils from realpolitik and machiavellianism
Fading hope of unity and growth of tribalism
Colossal blames heaps on Britain
Creator of our stunted political fountain
If we must cross the rubicon
Rid the abhorrent bombs and guns
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