Oh NIGERIA my fatherland,
Why has thee chosen to become a SUFFERland?
weaved in the niche of a CRIMEland.
In this theatre of sinister,
Orchestrated by fleet of DISASTER,
HOPELESS evident in the face of the onlooker.
Cosmetic approach you give EDUCATION,
Alas you're on the verge of destruction,
Behold all hope not yet in extinction.
Indeed nearing is thy Rejuvenation.
Garment of CORRUPTION thee chose to relish
DOLLARS for the HOPELESS you languish,
Tread carefully for thy may perish.
I ask thee of CRIME wave,
plethora of which thy enclave,
Caution! way you should pave,
Way for Justice that which thee enslave.
DEVELOPMENT eludes thee
Rice risen against thee
PETROLEUM for all flee
Economic PROGRESS thee but glee
...⚡M.B ALMUBAJAL'S pulsating pen...
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