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Our dear nation, virtuous and seated in an impious sit
Surrounded by constant chaos of defiances 
After all this years of nationhood we are still not
 Sure of our future as a nation

Oh dear our precious Nation 
You are clothed in an aura of corruption
It as been in our precious land with passion
In every administration, a garment we wear like fashion  
An assiduous act that justice can never prevails nor won
It's been long since we are living with this trauma. 

More than hundreds of outlaw in our domicile
Only God can hear our groan, we are fainting in our misery 
A sect of tyrants that foray like the terror
In the Parliament they glare and disrupt
They are the ambitious tyranny 
They are set of oligarchy that form kleptomaniac Government

Oh! Dear precious nation your name has been dipped in mud
Who shall we blame? For this unwanted sorrow 
Who are you that mumble in the dark? 
Who are you that draw your veil across the sky?
The country long yearning to dance to it tunes and rejoices 

Oh! Set of antihero that battle the Harmony of this great land 
 I mean the one who steal fruits to feed his family 
I mean the one who eat the country as the termite eat the woods
I mean the one who eat from the bane of others  

Curroption as entangle our blissful tasty mansions
Public dispensation shouldn't be home of food 
Yesterday was just a mere nightmare 
Tomorrow is a drab vision we can no longer hold 
We are Looking for hope in an hopeless hand
This is our corrupted Nation.

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