Once we were living in abundant luxury
Our wealth was exceptional out of the ordinary
There was so much left in our treasury
We are now in war in my country
Flies are now happily feeding in our mortuary
The sounds of blades now soothers blandly
The stain can be washed off in thy laundry
We need refuge, we await our sacred sanctuary
But here we are, embarrassing our obituary
Legends hiding in the shadows of the cemetery
We need help, in my beloved country
Help! The wayfare is getting too long
To wake up with a smile now seem all wrong
For happiness is all I sort, comfort was where our heart belong
There's a taste on my tongue
Mourning sounds turned to be our lovely song
There exist a sport in my country
Where brutality was the constitutional decree
The lawless and vain take pride as the referee
From the agonising pain no one was free
Our colour red serves as a fertilizer for the three
We'll be united and remain the giant of Africa
We'll be applauded and recognized thereafter
Needing not their Pounds nor their U.S Dollar
We are the left surviving Omega
There's war in Nigeria
And this time, we need an ALPHA
#Harnasky™
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