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NIGERIA OF OUR OWN

Destined we are curdle together by nature
Though at the twin rivers shore
Believing same will provoke harmony 
Bridge on the rivers and wall of our minds 
Let the power that be Strike balance  
Sweet home now wilderness exile
King, Obis, Emirs, Pastors, Imams and likes stoop to stooge
Politicians dictate tune of bomb
And never wait for tone
When shall we learn to live Siamese like these yonder rivers?
I wept for my darling country





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