Day after day we work for our survival.
Night after night we eat the remnants.
Instead of water rolling down the cheek.
Blood came out with stones coated.
Though, the lion king was remorseful.
But didn’t change the act of evil.
The evil that men do that live after them.
Nigeria’ our Father land.
Where traditional kings dances in the night club.
Where politician’s bank is in the soakaway.
Where bitumen and stones lives with bad roads as nightmare.
In light of our plight, we endures and sleep with empty stomach.
We have learned to be broken hearted but in an evil manner.
Time will tell if though we can change.