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