THE VOICE OF HOPE

Nigeria, engulfed in a fracas...
peace reduced into pathetic carcass.
A polity as a paddle-less boat.
A nation that has refused to float.

We hold onto the hips of hope
like a pervert that can no longer cope.
We defy every discouragement of despair.
Our future is obviously under repairs.

Nigeria inhales a sinister smoke.
Helpless, she constantly chokes.
Her breath, fast becoming a fugitive.
Apparently, her appearance isn't attractive.

We hold onto the hips of hope
like a pervert that can no longer cope.
We defy every discouragement of despair.
Our future is obviously under repairs.

The shredding of calm...
a wound without any balm.
A nation struggles with her pains.
Our tears run like a torrential rain.

We hold onto the hips of hope
like a pervert that can no longer cope.
We defy every discouragement of despair.
Our future is obviously under repairs.

Grace glides into grass.
A country being beaten like an ass.
Sorrow with a sad smile....
her laughter may take a little while.

We hold onto the hips of hope
like a pervert that can no longer cope.
We defy every discouragement of despair.
Our future is obviously under repairs.