THEY KILLED MY DREAM BEFORE I WOKE UP

THEY KILLED MY DREAM BEFORE I WOKE UP

Night has come again,
I've lighted my candle....
I want to read, and the heat won't let me.
The president promised us fresh air,
now all we do is live in fear.
In this heat and darkness,
I can still dream.

So many evils holding us down,
Why must a few play with our future?
Every morning, I wake with a frown,
for a new day in Nigeria is starting to feel like torture.
But, still, I must wake.
I must shoot the leaders with my pen.
On every page and with every word,
I must get my country back.

No, drop your guns,
we're not at war.
Remove the barriers that divide us
let's bring our country back from hell's door.
Pick up your pens, put on your shoes!!
Let's storm their palaces
let's tear down the walls of hardship they've built around us.
Let's hit the streets with one voice,
telling them they only got one choice:
give us back our Nigeria,

Nigeria was beautiful once.
Now scars have marked her face.
She cries every night when her kids pray to God for a change.
Every new administration has raped her so bad she can barely stand.
Where are my brothers?
Where are my sisters?
Nigeria calls, let's obey.
She wails every night a child dies
and every morning our rights are abused.

Corruption has torn her clothes,
leaving her naked for the world to see.
Her breasts were full once,
now the milk of tomorrow has been sucked dry.
Oh!! She was rich too...
She had oils, she had fertile lands, she had precious minerals.
Now, a few control her wealth, leaving her children to go to bed with empty stomachs.

When I was 3, I'd look at her in my daddy's picture,
she was beautiful...like my mother.
Now at 25, she's so grotesque because of all the abuse she's been through.
The world says her children are the happiest.
Well, when you suffer and smile,
people tend to think you're happy.

In my dream for a new Nigeria,
I heard gun shots and bombs going off.
I smelt fear as her kids carried placards
and matched towards the military guns.
I saw her too...smiling through her pain,
cos she knew that soon, she'd have her beauty back.
Then, I woke up...with a bullet hole in my chest and a new Nigeria in my bed.
I looked at her and smiled.

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