Better than this there should be a route
That won't fill our eyes with tears and lungs with soot
From charred bodies of those that dared to stand
To fight for liberty as a sacrificial band
Better than this there should be a route
That won't fill our eyes with tears and lungs with soot
From charred bodies of those that dared to stand
To fight for liberty as a sacrificial band
To a battle uncalled for we've lost our warriors
Destruction by hooded men feeding us grains of terrors
In a twinkle of an eye several wives became widows
With their husbands forced down dark tear-filled meadows
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Heaven feeds not on the blood of the innocent
Neither does it drink the tears of the hapless indigent
In seeking to be heard why inaugurate more tombs
Why not give peace a chance rather than starting an horrendous revival of bombs
These acts of destruction daily load us with cyanotic spells
Caused by fumes from the carnage reminiscent of hells'
If Nigeria has hurt you please name your price
Let's love again instead of destroying ourselves as if life isn't more than a game of dice
To our leaders,the best daily seek for the weak
Multitudes that struggle to live & at night recline in a house of brick
When you talk please convey loads of pity
From the forgotten hamlets to the big big city
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Can we remember this day for good
When countless are slain in their search for food
Are we ever going to wade through this ocean of sorrow
Are we going to rave in victory when present becomes the morrow
Reawakening Bongos Ikwue's words I ask if we'll ever get there
Will we ever make it
Will Nigeria again hear the sound
Of the cock crow at dawn
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