AT THE CROSS ROAD
AT THE CROSS ROAD
By Anuma Maxwell
Nigeria is at a cross road
Carrying on its back a heavy load
Corrupt leaders coming out bold
To mine and steal our Gold
Don't blame them, our birthright we sold
Over congoes of rice on the road
After then, we are left in the cold
No one to hug and hold
They turn deaf and activate ghost mode.
Get your P. V. C we are continually told
Vote wisely and do not fold
So that in the end, you won't turn old
While asking for your rightful dough.
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