Independent But Slaved

Darkness upon the Sun
Our Nations Green is Dark
Peace refuse to come
Cus our Leader's mouth are wide

The land our father promise
will flow with Milk and Honey
Now flows with blood of the Innocent
cus the Nation is sold-out

Today Naija is Sixty-One
but the truth, Naija died even before it Clock 20
I mourn Naija, but celebrate the Heroes that fight for a true Independent.

Now our Hope's are Divided
Our vision are blinded
Our mission are forgotten
Cus our true Heroes are dead.

Afe Tosin Shola
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