Cogerea! we indeed hail,
with the sombre from our pale?
We strive at all cost even in despair,
but "corruption" has in her heart laid it's empire,
one led by her trusted umpires.
A land of honey, surrounded with plethora mineral resource,
a congenial "giant", turns a "fig tree"
We cannot all rot here, I support those who flee.

"Who will hear our story and not laugh?",
See all this glory, and not snough?
"Stories" that have been said umpteen times,
with yet an actual improvement,
billions are billed and borrowed, still! no development.
Wonders, of this country never cease to amaze me, here!
monkeys, leave their precious banana and steal money
pythons, transform from carnivores, to moneyvores.

Agriculture, "they" deject to drink crude oil,
and watch as the nation boils,
"drunk from excess of the country's wine".
Her children starve, some to ale,
some to death and some to rogues trail.
Our ravishing nation, with blemishing leaders,
sweet tree, bitter fruit and hybrid seeds;
some of which enhance and some, as pawn for evil deeds.

Since, the 'fathers' are committed criminals,
a percentage, of their 'kin' will evolve as 'the originals'
and there goes the point of escalation, Yes!
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