Am I supposed to praise thee like before?
Am I expected to continue lying?
Should I keep repeating the same prayers?
All these all over and over again?

I’ve ran my ink on papers,
Leaving traces of hope,
For the eyes that would get to behold.

I have hailed and praised,
Like a fire does to fuel,
I have beamed rays of light,
But they end up folded up in darkness.
But today,
I fail to practice the things of old.

My nation is ‘great’,
I concur!
But those who hold its power,
Are nothing but cruel liars,
Thieves and fabricators.

We keep believing,
That the nation would be ‘great’!
It is 60 years today!
60? 60! What is wrong with us?
We keep dreaming,
Of seeing it fly.

These evil perpetrators keep manipulating us,
They take an elephant from the masses,
And proudly gift them some tiny ants,
Yet, they are praised like gods,
And we are spat on like dogs.

They pretend to love the country,
Its dwellers,
But they end up fooling every kindred,
Every tribe!
All for their personal benefits.

The country today is stained,
Yet, we celebrate independence?
Independence from what?
From normal living?
Normal reasoning?

I’m determined not to sell out my ink,
In lies and deceit this day!
The country is ragged and perfumed,
So no one smells its rottenness.
The people are brainwashed,
And brain sealed!

There’s nothing worth celebrating today!
Nigeria needs revival!
But I’m sick of seeing people pretend to be concerned,
When they are all after the note.