My country is
An arena for the pounding of guns
Pow pow pow pow pow pow
Is the sound every day
In our ears
If it is not Bolo Haram
It is robbers
And if it is not robbers
It is a band of kidnappers
If it is not kidnappers
Then it is oil thieves
For every horde
Is to the teeth armed!
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