In the beginning was
My dear country, which
Now is my death country
Then with her virgin land
As pure like diana, and
As chast as madona, with
Nutrient and natural beauty.
A land that gave us birth
And blessing, then it was
Groundnut, and cocoa, coal
Palm and precious stones,
But she embrace modernity
Which brings us oil boom,
As it caused us oil doom.
Her children in the wild
World try to cause her
Early grave, as she grief
And linger in darkness,
And in doubt, bould to her
Grief as nights falls and
Fades away, in winter that
Comes without hope, will she
Be dour founded forever
Untill all the world is
Changed And the long years
Of Her lifes are utterly
Spent? Oh my death and
Darling country Nigeria
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