My words to a nation, obscure and vague,
The genesis of our pain, the start of a plague.
Why do we live so mini behind the stage?
My country, my nation, my anguish and source of rage!

Musa Yar'Adua started Einstein's equation,
A formula adopted by Goodluck, another man of vision.
The land was tranquil until Amaka decided to boo Harry,
Albeit they tin my Ibu, I still remember the pains I carry!

The memories linger, the wounds still fresh,
A nation's cry, a people's distress.
We yearn for peace, for justice and right,
But the cycle continues, day and endless night.

Let us rise, let our voices be heard,
Let us strive for a brighter tomorrow, undeterred.
For a nation's greatness lies not in its might,
But in the unity and love of its people, shining bright.