Nigeria my country, In tears and penury, The masters we served, In pains we observed, That grace we needed in a hurry, Enough to make us free. The fight began so little, Our lives became a mare shamble. Our resources taken in greed, Even when we never agreed. We talked but ears were busy, We feared and we were so shaby, Untill the light at the end of the tunel, Stroke and pairsed like a naill. With pain we got it atlast, So proud we are to see an atlass.
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