In a land flowing with milk and honey,
You still hear cries of no money.
When we are supposed to be feeding fat like lions,
We chew on tiny carrots like Bugs Bunny.
There is no electricity to cool off with,
Though outside its very sunny.
We deal with nasty coughs,
And our noses are runny.
Our health facilities are there
To offer no sorry.
Is this what you call the Promised Land?
Where a populace
As numerous as Lekki beaches sand
Have been unfairly placed
In our selfish leaders hands
I think its high time we took a stand
And pray for a turn-around
As swift as that of a witches wand.
- Sire Ajayi
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