They won’t be fishing in scanty pond,
making it, “a do or die bond”
if this greasy lands, was a mere mound.
They are the patriots that took your fortunes
and hid them beneath desert dunes.
They now gallivant with its beautiful plumes.
Their swords still bear blood,
So does the decorated scabbard,
those chairmen of committees and boards.
They have not made any better
Only their ambitions get fatter.
From them,our nation got ulcer
By such wanton criteria,
the weed of corruption grew in Nigeria:
Yhu andi dem nah di bacteria!
Written by: Justice Mmahi
Edited by: Kukogho Iruesiri Samson