She is like young damsel,
Heart broken by her first love,
She is in hell,
She has no heart to love.

My country,
Believed to be the giant among
Others,
Our state is backed by necromancy,

In the first year,
Their love was limitless,
She was always  there,
Now her tears is countless

Living under the nihilist,
They ululate,
No optimist,
They are unable to communicate.

Then their umplist blows us aways,
And we both become unasinous,
The revolution has no way,
The plight is continuous.

My country where people pray,
In their emaciated voice,
Caused by our rulers day after day.

Nigeria is my country,
And am a nigerian,
Our nationalism has real entry,
The wind enhance by their fan.

We are broken beyond repair,
And they don’t really care,
We are in pain,
And they have no say!