Trapped in sorrow Over the incessant economic breeze
Coursing through the nerves making me feeble from my insides
Draining me of every strength
Trapped in sorrow as my country men are dark-eyed
Living on hope Of better days with no clear a better way
long drawn in the sleep of oblivion
Trapped in sorrow Over incessant lies Falling from stained governmental lips
Hope seeming Pushing us into the deep
Tears have dried off my eyes, what I have left is laugh at our collecting sorrow
Like an opening sore a permanent carricature
We have become Of what n whom we used to be.
I'm simply draped in sorrow
as every Nigerian is nothing but a dreamer Dreaming idle dreams.
All that is left to say is " See you when you get there"
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