Scavengers we are
Scavenging crusts of the Nigerian cake
Baked with Despair, bitters and gall
Munching with pain and proud choicelesness
Hustlers we are
Hustling the stern Nigerian maze
Bumpy, thorny, couth and rough
Where the meek and the laggard feign
Soldiering with resolves of steel
Bustlers we are
Bustling these early Nigerian streets
Dusty, electric, hostile and cold
Filled with hope and zest
Heads up high
Breathers we are
Breathing the Nigerian oxygen
Gasping for kobos, nickels and dimes
Morphing them to morsels, dishes, and empires
Dreamers we are
Wishing castles, forts and dynasties
Equity, fairness, unity, love and justice
In daymares and nightmares of sort
In daily scenes of the Nigerian Dream
