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I Love My Country
Dawn again in this gaol
The birds are imprecisely numbering
One hundred and sixty million
Or more.
Mostly my countrymen.
The jailors are three hundred and sixty humpty down
And 109 dumpty members up.
You will never find vessels that
Could be emptier.
The two other estates of the realm
Are but a sham.
Even the fourth just stroll
Through the corridors
Hoping to be beckoned in
To the divide the loot.
They call it national cake.
The governors’ hands are known
For taking huge funds
And they show no shame.
And so nothing works anymore.
Yesterday, Yusuf John stole 23 billion naira worth
Of public fund.
He was taken to court and he agreed.
The court, the lead-headed judge,
Slapped his wrist with an option
Of seven hundred thousand naira worth of fine.
The thief paid instantly and walked away free.
There has never been a country like mine
Never will there be any like it.
The birds are imprecisely numbering
One hundred and sixty million
Or more.
Mostly my countrymen.
The jailors are three hundred and sixty humpty down
And 109 dumpty members up.
You will never find vessels that
Could be emptier.
The two other estates of the realm
Are but a sham.
Even the fourth just stroll
Through the corridors
Hoping to be beckoned in
To the divide the loot.
They call it national cake.
The governors’ hands are known
For taking huge funds
And they show no shame.
And so nothing works anymore.
Yesterday, Yusuf John stole 23 billion naira worth
Of public fund.
He was taken to court and he agreed.
The court, the lead-headed judge,
Slapped his wrist with an option
Of seven hundred thousand naira worth of fine.
The thief paid instantly and walked away free.
There has never been a country like mine
Never will there be any like it.
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