Our Great Motherland
Our great motherland
Called the giant of Africa
With the shadow of an ant
And the night of an earthworm
On her way to glory.
Led 'magnificently' by the thieves
Ex-convicts,murderers and mad men;
Our souls they've reduced to slush
And our spirits have been 'sharpvilled'
For revenge.
The French revolution
Should be played in our motherland
In the hope that our 'magnificent' leaders
Be thoroughly eliminated from us
And a new dawn we await for our motherland.
Copyright © Nwando Obianyor | Year Posted 2007
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