We were told the foreigners were the problem
They wanted nothing but to waste us
We never looked within, so we believed
These whites should suffer like we did
In pain we recited our anthem
Hating them, we thought we were compatriots
We arose indeed
But moved not in the direction of the call of our nation
Oh! Zeal without knowledge
Look what you’ve done to us
We had thought we were fighting for our father land
But our enemies grew bigger and bigger
While we diminished faster and faster
We should get stroked with common sense
Is Nigeria our father’s land?
Which love, where is the strength and who holds this faith?
What is this labour of our heroes past that should not go in vain?
Which heart and what might should we serve with
Wherein lies this freedom we heard we were bound
What peace and unity?
All the prayers to the God of creation
Just so He would guide our noble course
We pleaded him- guide our leaders aright
And help our youth the truth to know
But we lose ours, fighting over the identity of this creator
We wonder if we’d pull through the present day
How much more our noble course
Our leaders are all wrong
Guiding us towards this false cavalry
Only to have their goons and dirt men
Plunge their weapons through us
And tell us to believe black is white
Tears stream down our faces
Into the ocean of the blood of our kindred
Those we found strength in have been killed
Our own wasted by the executors of our laws
The innocent perish and the unjust boldly flourish
We can’t but ask:
What love, what honesty, and wherein should we grow?
What is just and how do we know truth?
Our lofty height we saw you patriots in the reverse crumble
Our one nation you all partitioned among yourselves,
No better than that of the Berlin Conference
So, which peace and what justice reigns?
They encourage us to pledge to Nigeria our country
That we would be faithful, loyal and honest,
That we would serve with all our strength
But they laden us with the grieve of them killing our loved ones
They have themselves become the Nigeria we must serve
Yes! They are faithful, loyal and honest
And with all their strength they must serve their senseless greed
While your sons argue whose father is richer
We argue if we’d ever achieve our dreams
While your stomachs keep protruding,
We plead with the worms within to spare us some parts of our digestive system
Should by providence we find a meal
Our initial enemies still glare at us,
Not exempting you, “Our Nigeria”
Calling your home built on looted money Huts
Not forgetting to call your lineage Monkeys with all boldness
For the sake of your greed, you kiss their asses anytime for your security
Just as we, yours for feeding
In all, we all are the same- dusts
