My Father Land

MY FATHER LAND My father land A fertile land Of pastures and grains Legumes and wealthy trees Oh, my father land Rich farmlands but Once upon a time Then, the kings owned some plots And the chiefs harvested crops The poor tilled the soil And living wasnt very tough The mighty hands owned some hoes And the cutlasses were money based No one ever lacked But that is once upon a time My father land A fertile land Of petroleum and gas Some rich liquids And wealthy airs The kings the hoes abandoned The poor their tools neglected All in haste to the oily land And the knights detest all labours For the juicy, tasty land Oh, my father Is it not you that groweth the money tree And gushes out the very rich liquids? Why then do you starve so? What source is for this famine in Nigeria? The blessed yet unfortunate Fortune smiles but Nigerians cry ' Nigeria go better ' The popular saying among the commons 'Nigerians will survive' We sing without any hope O, God of creation Forgive us our heinous deeds Reform us, our dear Lord And show us Your merciful eyes O, You Merciful Let my father land smile again `#LEARNERSPEN 1439,