Nigeria's New Testament
In our old testament we were not odd
We had a glorious genesis, we had no cord
Then came the pest from the western world
With their chalk and talk technique… a fiery fraud
In our old testament we had rings not rod
the western parasites came to suck our brawns and blood
they gave us amalgamation… a cruel, crooked cord
they never asked for our consent, we gave them no nod
In our old testament, we had a pleasant pod
the white weeds came to win our wealthy world,
they sold us as slaves… raided us with a rugged rod;
the wheel of our will got stuck in their modern mud
In our new testament, we had no balance board
our legends fought, with their brains, brawns and blood
their effort got stuck in the military’s mess and mud
soon, we started losing our sages to fiery flood
In our new testament… we breed a scary sword
to secure the oil well that killed our pleasant pod
our ruler rules like titans, terrors and a lousy lord;
Gaining grounds through fraud, neglecting our nod
In our new testament… we’ve got the bitter blood
Each clans that made Nigeria, tired of this cruel cord,
the western woes, and their laws… full of flaws and fraud,
We now want to live our dreams in a world void of bitter blood
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