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Land or water?
Medicine that cures no illness
Is sugar too bitter on the tongue of kola-nut?
Waist belted sitters
Greed eat them pot belliously
The oracle that praises GOD
Our lives is in the hands of those gods
Where they sit and throw rode
Assemble greed from a raised hand
Imagine! a worker that pays himself?
Calabash that drains water
Is useless as a basket
Bury our treasury through their hidden casket
Deity or gods?
Land or sea?
Pinch of greed is shaking my nation
Unemployment carries C.V to and fro
Nepotism is the next heir to tribalism
Pour politics in thick watery tricks
Our tax their fax
They eat like the ear wallow the wax
Our nation is enrich with courteous looters
KING must hear this
Only if His lips sing?
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