The poem of Nigeria
Nigeria my Nigeria
Baked in honey and milk
whose warrior sang of victory with edges of swords
They sang in fields with captives in their hands
who tremble and shake with mightiness of fingered palms
Now war came waging itself
we try shaking off our sorrows as we held captives
by our modern day colonialists
Now we are home with our fears
can we leave this behind
and shake off our solitude in your rivers
under the muzzling arsenal
we chant war songs with warthogs as our strength
Can we win this war?
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