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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