I hear the voice of my beloved country, crying out loud from the heart of Africa. Who is going to wipe her tears away, who is going to comfort her during this her hard times? Everyday she goes to bed to sleep drown away in her sorrow.
Naija Cry, Oh Yes I heard her voice from afar, in her silence she weeps alone. Her breast sags from her chest, she has been milked dried by the greedy children she gave birth to, constantly left uncared for by the same children she cared for.
Now she looks so lean and totally uncared for, but yet in her pain and state of health, she never stop giving birth to new children nor did she cease to feed the once she had before, but with the look in her eye she might soon exhaust the last milk she had left just for her children sake.
Now her milk is all dried and there is nothing left to care for her new children again, so will she lie in wait for her older children to care for her and new born kids.
What would be the fate of her young children in the hands of the older ones, whose fat Tommy and greedy nature has made them care for themselves alone?
What would be the fate of their loving mother Nigeria, whose breast has been sacked dried by Rebellious and self centred children.?
Who will come to her rescue?
Oh Naija Cry!
She cries of hunger, She cries of pain, She cries for the state of her unkept children, She cries for the future that lies ahead of her unborn kids.
Sorry Mother Nigeria, I know someday your Children would come back to their sense and take care of you and your children.
Love you Naija.
Naija Cry, Oh Yes I heard her voice from afar, in her silence she weeps alone. Her breast sags from her chest, she has been milked dried by the greedy children she gave birth to, constantly left uncared for by the same children she cared for.
Now she looks so lean and totally uncared for, but yet in her pain and state of health, she never stop giving birth to new children nor did she cease to feed the once she had before, but with the look in her eye she might soon exhaust the last milk she had left just for her children sake.
Now her milk is all dried and there is nothing left to care for her new children again, so will she lie in wait for her older children to care for her and new born kids.
What would be the fate of her young children in the hands of the older ones, whose fat Tommy and greedy nature has made them care for themselves alone?
What would be the fate of their loving mother Nigeria, whose breast has been sacked dried by Rebellious and self centred children.?
Who will come to her rescue?
Oh Naija Cry!
She cries of hunger, She cries of pain, She cries for the state of her unkept children, She cries for the future that lies ahead of her unborn kids.
Sorry Mother Nigeria, I know someday your Children would come back to their sense and take care of you and your children.
Love you Naija.
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