They Lead, we bleed.

By: Mbata Lawrence

I plead for my dear country Nigeria;
For our green is fading and our white stained with blood.
The giant eagle has refused to fly; its wings have seized to flap.
Their plead to lead have become more than a nightmare.

I wish for Moses to lead that we may have roses rather than thorns that causes this bleed.
They took turns to loot;
Blowing their trumpets, they saw us their puppets.
We've been served blemish as dish;
Little wonder we stool at the digest of this.

Our mother land has become a murder ground,
Where we mope and wear faces that frown.
Every town is wailing and all I see are hearts failing.
My Nigeria is fading, with hope I wish for peace to awaken.

Drunk in hatred they kill more than a hundred;
That's the headline each day I mope at the mirror.
I go to sleep today to wake up tomorrow;
I close my eyes to pray for Nigeria.

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