Democracy, once bright and fair,
Now lies dead, its light a mere flare.
INEC's halls echo with the sound of deceit,
the people's voice silenced, their will in vain.
The maker of kings now claims the throne
His dirty tactics left us all alone
At nightfall, his victory was cheered
But in our hearts, the truth was feared
For Nigeria has become a den of thieves
Drug lords and corruption, our land now grieves
Oh Lord, we plead for your guiding light
To lead us through the darkest night
Where tribe and religion once defined
Let unity and love now entwine
We dare to hope, we dare to sing
'Arise o compatriots', let freedom ring
Though fear and doubt may cloud our sight
We hold on to hope with all our might
The monster we feared has come to life
But we refuse to give up the fight
For yesterday's vanity is today's pain
And the cost of freedom is worth the strain.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem