DARK LAND

A nation crippled in the hands of poverty

And perpetrated by the get-rich-quick syndrome

And ill-educated school leavers in surplus

Half-baked youths rendezvous aimlessly

What a nation, dancing into doom helplessly

Wholly, entangled by lawlessness

Citizen’s life en-grafted into chaos

Greed had been engraved in their psyche

Day after day, with strength yet Africans get weaker

Nigerians, O! Nigerians

Why are we so sure we’re fair?

Blessed or empowered?

Our lands, with multitude of endued minerals

Beforehand, our financial status enervating

On the fountain of water, we’ve built our tents

Yet, a cup of water we beg for, from Outsiders

Our mother in her kitchen refining oil

On a daily basis, our lamps go off for no fuel

Of agriculture, we preach day and night

Just our immediate family, we can’t feed