Lagos of my dreams

Day and night

There is absence of calm

The street is rowdy and people fight

Children scream at the sight of light

The foul odour of uncleaned drainages

Uncompleted buildings with many damages

The smell of cigarette fills the air

And children roam the street without care

The optimistic ones are hustling and bustling,

Hoping to make it with one sling

For profit, they pull strings

Since Lagos is "the land of opportunities"

They pull in all resources and go through hell;

So as to have a success story to tell

The poor and struggling are trampled on

Children become victims of bad influence

Through this, the destiny of many are hampered

Evidence of societal decadence

Yes! The city never sleeps

But what happens in those ungodly hours

Before the dawn peeps

Are most times, nothing to write home about

The environment is unkempt

The center of excellence

Has become the center of moral decadence

The wealthy segregate the poor

Forgetting that we all are one.

How I wish

Oh how I wish

That there will be a switch

In preferential treatments for the rich

That those who struggle are supported

And the midnight times are not wasted

That positive societal values will be promoted

Oh how I wish

That street children will be well treated

And blocked drainages be cleared

That the supply of electricity be more constant

The motion for a new Nigeria becomes vibrant

That the urban and slums are clean alike

The future be brighter than it seems

This is the Lagos of my dreams