Though in nature abundance we swim everyday
Though our land flows with milk and honey
Yet in distress and poverty we cry and pray
For a Nigeria that could be as sweet as our president's tea
IN the highest seat we have title holders
Always wearing a face of faithful of leaders
But behind their flesh is a gland of evil
Secreting the fearlessness that make them act like the devil
Just as the rate of crime increases daily
So do job opportunities declines
NO wonder why young intellectuals of our time
Have no choice than invent ways of implementing evil
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Oh! Nigeria a well of pain
That is filled with tears and suffering
Oh God only you can heal our land
Only you can make our leaders sane
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