Western Exiles

Come on, Exiles To a banquet in Nigeria. Hear now, the voice of jamboree You deaf, Perhaps, the blind can see the assorted service, Look here! Men do not sleep at night, Who dares to sleep and give up his dreams? The youths; Toil all day, but Reap sorrows and heartbreak. Upon the riches of this clime, Men dies paupers. Look what goes on over here, This is a casket of shame, Disgruntled soul Being buried in debt. How do we pay off our fathers’ debt? Our inheritance of distress, Our fate is bleak. Of all these wealth and abundance; I have five fingers on my right, and Five on my left, My foot is not flat, I can trek to Lagos for Babu. I will keep walking Till I reach my stretch, and Give up my shame.