Its a direful day
Particularly the rains in may
When the mountains rock
Rolled down my hut
Underneath it, pains, suffocation
And blood i shed for tears
Till my family died in my wake
A direful day
and in may
When the rivers flood my homes
Down the bays and slums
Miching peasants prowl still drown
Its a direful day oh! Nigeria
In this miff decennium in bondage
Of islamist militant caterage
We are tied up in Scylla and Charybdis
To save the children held captives
Oh its a direful day today
For the rays of the sun burns
Heads who stood firm for righteousness
In the mist of hungry Leaders
Who sees their people as preys
Its a direful day
When there is no difference
Between the guilt and the innocent
The clean and the unclean
All seems the same
Its a direful day
because the world seems to
have take a different dimension
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