Nigeria my country,
independent but dependent,
never rise yet falling.
How thou deprived of fancy-free?
Why half joy, full sorrow?
Few are joyous, many are suffering.

Nigeria my country,
full of nepotism,
gabble to confuse,
roaring like lion,
act like ant,
for it strangle the subjects.

Nigeria my country,
sleeping in distress,
settle in euphoria,
infants dreams sabotage,
older in service,
nothing but fantasy.

Nigeria my country,
sixty (60)...