Living Here: A Thousand Ways To Die
Like cankerworms,
They have eaten the womb of the nation,
They promised happiness in various forms,
At the end we are left with damnation,
How then can youths fashion the future?
Living here is a certain kind of torture.
This is no place else but Nigeria,
Where the motto says peace and unity,
But division,negativity and tribalism is the main criteria,
To eat, live and serve any office community,
Fulani herdsmen are above the law and he knows why,
The man who only keeps count of how many times we cry.
Living in Nigeria alone is a way to die,
Yet we walk by each other like we have nothing to say,
But you must die as well as I,
So why can't we fight for the same thing in every way?
We got to face up our fears and look to ourselves,
Only then does it make sense to pray and try to make amends.
Green lands are for children to play,
Tribalism our minds must was away,
Barren lands are for coffins to lay,
Where all hopes has died away,
I refuse to give a standing ovation for a puppet show,
I will however get my PVC and so should you and from here we know where to go.
Saefhenryosas