Is our
freedom worth anything?
That’s hard
to tell
When to all
comers,
We are
willing to sell
We, once
deeply rooted,
Until
patriotism’s tree fell
Now find our
eyes lighting up,
At the sound of the puppet master’s bell
We heed
their call,
Bidding
integrity farewell
And with
open arms we follow the corrupt cartel,
To fetch
from corruptions well
They make our
pockets get fatter,
They help our
stomachs swell,
But
ultimately we only combine to ruin our nation,
Causing it
to plummet into hell
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Copyright. Olayinka Agbaje-Williams, 2015
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