Oct 2018
When the bird sang sweet tunes,
And the trees sweeter fruits,
Alas! tormentors now glory in their loots,
And The People of State lay die upon hot sand dunes.
And the trees sweeter fruits,
Alas! tormentors now glory in their loots,
And The People of State lay die upon hot sand dunes.
Once upon a time Nigeria could care for her people; today, the people do not care what happens to her.
(NIGERIA)
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