Nigeria of my dream
Where brothers shall kill not his brother.
The green snake under the green grass reveal,
Smiles welcome us to their domain.
To those who fatten themselves on murder
And measure the stage of their reign by corpse
Ambassador of poverty they are,
They shall find no peace.
Nigeria of my dream
Where death claim us not through sickness
The green leaves feed us in good health.
Kidnappers shall bring back lost brothers.
Teachers salary heavily paid.
Nigeria of my dream
where starvation will be the thing of the past
Election will never be rigged but win on merit.
Government make provision for the idle hands.
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