Once upon a time
Nigeria became forty nine
I felt pity in my mind
As she was being pushed all around
Her cakes which are meant to be shared around
Are kept by big guns seen around
The less privileged get less of her cake
The more privileged gets more of her cake
Black gold was discovered
Thinking she is going to be delivered
From her state of hopelessness and wretchedness
Alas she lays in her state of nakedness
Faith has dealt with her negatively
She will soon rise to her feet positively
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