The New Day
We sit in the dark
Staring at the sky
Wondering at our captivity
Fuel subsidy a day made
We look and wonder
Tears of joy
A night taken away
We say let's look
We fold our hands waiting for the day break
For the better day, we seek
Sisters of the travelling pants
We go around hunting a new day
Yet hoping that the victory comes from someplace else
We sit and look
Our yesteryears, a moment flipped through
From Obasanjo, to Abacha, back to Obansanjo and Atiku
The walls of our heroes
a fading memory, distant
What do we do
Who do we call
Where do we turn to
Our night filled with wailing walls
Night haven lost its innocence
Oh thy gospel name
The land wails but thy does nothing
But we know that there shall be a new day
We the sisters of the travelling pants know this
We look forward to that day
When our kids shall be proud to call thy father's land as their own
Until then, God bless Nigeria
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