My nation my everything
A blessed land with beautiful scenaries



The father of many and the mother of few
How well equipped are you?
How well is your economy?
They say you look beautiful
How sure am I? I don't know...
They claim you're in the hearts of many
How I wish I could hear your lovely voice to confirm this

How well is your ailing youths?
I'm tired of questions...
They say you feed 50 million people
I wonder how true is this since your strong pillars are weak to hold you

You're blessed my nation though grounded in the corridors of great vices
Corruption is part of your praise
Tribal tunnels are your battlefield triumph
My nation I'm tired of this!

Our economy if draining
Stretch your hands for your strong pillars are weakening
They say you're independent
Yet you suffer unreturned loans
Can't we enjoy our bitter sweet fruits?

My nation! You're coated with a fake linen
Why don't you speak?
I'm told of your awesome voice
Speak out my great nation!