Dear corrupt country
Giant of all African countries
International debtors
Global investors
The nation I love so dear

The kid on street you allowed suffer
Hereby presents you a hate offer
Spire Biafra o! You zoo
Britain et tu
That should encourage freedom

The undiscovered Poet you wants dead
For trying restoring a freedom dead
Lives till now and also healthy
Though he is not a bite wealthy
His life he loves so dear

The stone you cared not for
Others seek for
That little boy you rejected
You he have ultimatly rejected
For of no good are you to him

Shame is mine being your child
I quite being your ward
If I am
And I shout it loud as an alarm
To the human right restrictioner

Stop my breath if you can
For history I know can
Never dream of forgetting me
Nor poems written by me
For one or two must stand

Dear corrupt country
I quite being your ward
If I am.