Born in a nation knee deep in a mire of shame
With political pigs squealing sounds
Strangely rooted in the language of debauchery.
Everyday, I see the horns of the mighty
Scattered across the world
As I sit at home waiting
To suck the remains of their excrement.
Hoping to find the odour of hope
Submerged in the sweet smell of hypocrisy.
Can I still be a true Nigerian?
To that, I say a resounding yes!
The very demons that plague the soul of our nation
Bring out the saints that we are
Cowering in the shadows...