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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Look amidst the glorious tray To see the terrain our act has played Whether for the love or fun of it The future will tell of what is done My heart pants For that which my eyes do see Even less than that which is played on our screen Our nation turning to the day of Samaritans While our heads make their ways To enrich their Masters offshore The first change in global debt And the second our fate is yet to know But of great relief of more debt as at first And it's tagged the next level! Where have we got it wrong? Which God have we offended? That I can go to appease On the elm of debt our representatives Intend to renovate a building on billions Yet the court rooms are good looking For rodents to make as abode The hospitals are well equipped For the surgery of the mosquitoes The roads daily grow to be vampires We so have much to eat That penury is the chief cook In these you tend to seize our voice Yet both old and young will be ready To sing your praise Upon the discharge of five naira at the stadium Hear oh hear us For our cry is enough to make an ocean Daily do we do this For that which hits our intestines for food and blood to death We're blessed, yes we're And let this be our pride That you cease lending for the sake of the fetus And for our nation not to be in the state of Samaria Least we call on God to deal with you like Sanni Abacha Hear me oh gracious God To save your people from this slavery of next level being unfold.
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