It is so sad to see my people
Sharing the same dumpsite with pigs
And proudly call it a living home.
And these polluted liquid that flows,
Our daily H2O to drink.
Our economy needs good clothes on
Like those on our Senators seating
Or are they more honorable than us standing?
Enough of these porous rags on us like our borders
Opened to all and closed to none.
Good education we need
But sadly, they are obviously too private for us to afford.
Left for us to attend are Pigin English institutions
Yearly graduating struggling graduates who can’t punctuate.
Tell me, who will employ us?
Recycling the same old khaki and agbada as leaders
Why won’t our politics be scaring like ojuju-calaba.
It is the life on a dumpsite
A pigsty and a garbage truck all put together
The dumpsite, my motherland.