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A man died
I saw his face
In the city of Lagos
Oh what a place
On the highway
I saw him die
Hit by a car
Passing by
Nobody cared
They just walked on by
But I did
This was no lie
Materialism has made us cared less about ourselves
Capitalism has turned us to selfish evil elves
So who will pay for the sins of Nigeria?
Black Jesus with patriotism which meets the criteria
So who will stop the looting and stealing?
When millions suffer and they care not for the living

A man died
I saw his face
In the city of Lagos
Oh what a place
On the roadside
He died
With blood gushing from his nostrils
I could see the angels
Pulling him to the heaven
in numbers of seven
Death is a like deep sleep
Except from the pained that is accompanied
His eyes were wide open
Like as if he wanted to tell me something
And then it was nothing
And nothing
But nobody cared
He could have been my brother
Or the siblings of another
Or the father or that other
Man riding in his SUV
Didn’t even care to look at me
As I wept
What is wrong with humanity?
Are we still human?
Are we still human?
Why should babies go hungry with nothing to eat?
When the blue blooded flaunt their diamonds on power’s seat
But remember that man on the street
We will all be like him someday
When it is Judgment Day
Now account for your sins and pay
Vanity upon vanity
But yet I need that vanity to survive
When I am alive
It is relevant
When I am dead
It is not
But there are some things money can not buy
Love, good health and happiness

A man died
I saw his face
Yet I could not remember
The name of the place
In another land
Where nobody cares
I grabbed my head in despair
Justice is for the rich
And the poor are doomed
But all these are regarded as economic boom
Inflation is high
And corruption rate is higher
I can smell smoke and I can see fire
We are many now
Over a billion plus
We are ruled by fools who carry the curse
For a hundred years
I know no peace
Until I got to Heaven’s gate
Where all my sorrows cease
And the dead man is buried with respect
And nobody in the world is treated with neglect
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