Look amidst the glorious tray
To see the terrain our act has played
Whether for the love or fun of it
The future will tell of what is done

My heart pants
For that which my eyes do see
Even less than that which is played on our screen
Our nation turning to the day of Samaritans

While our heads make their ways
To enrich their Masters offshore
The first change in global debt
And the second our fate is yet to know

But of great relief of more debt as at first
And it's tagged the next level!
Where have we got it wrong?
Which God have we offended?

That I can go to appease
On the elm of debt our representatives
Intend to renovate a building on billions
Yet the court rooms are good looking
For rodents to make as abode

The hospitals are well equipped
For the surgery of the mosquitoes
The roads daily grow to be vampires

We so have much to eat
That penury is the chief cook
In these you tend to seize our voice
Yet both old and young will be ready

To sing your praise
Upon the discharge of five naira at the stadium
Hear oh hear us
For our cry is enough to make an ocean

Daily do we do this
For that which hits our intestines for food and blood to death
We're blessed, yes we're
And let this be our pride

That you cease lending for the sake of the fetus
And for our nation not to be in the state of Samaria
Least we call on God to deal with you like Sanni Abacha

Hear me oh gracious God
To save your people from this slavery of next level being unfold.