My country is full of lords
Who with corruptive swords
Castrate progress and dress in
robes
Of sleaze and venality beyond mild
scopes
They take sumptuous breakfast
Enjoying without thinking to cast
Crumbs to virtue’s breaking table
And breaking stability’s enduring
cable
O-oh, Nigeria of lords and swords
My tearful eyes cry like no lords
And my cracking lips vomit vibes
Against the reign and conquest of
spites
I don’t know like He knows
But before the cock crows
I’ll set forth at dawn
Mowing my vice-full lawn
O-oh, Nigeria of lords and swords
Break not my heart’s breaking
cords
I love you, Nigeria, my ancestral
land
Dry my tears and sweats with truth’s
cooling fan
Where is Innioalifa????
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