Corruption in Africa
Corruption in Nigeria
It didn’t begin in 1960
When you first made Lagos your capital city
It begin when you lost your face
As you sold your African race
It all began when you endured several whips
And set your fellow man on European ships
With our million and one sweats adding salts to the earth
For the way out was worse as the way out was death
I watched from the distance
As my city burned
While oil drew from the ground
As my city turned
Men losing their minds
While we writ in pain
With the grounds crying out
For the blood of those slain
They rid her of her beauty
They rid her of her pride
With a façade as they masked their true intentions
With promises that died
Europe with its strength
Grabbed her by her thigh
And raped and rid us of our pride
And everything we ever held high
Did we lose the Black soul?
Was our purpose all betrayed?
Did we lose ourselves trying to attain
To what the foreigners portrayed?
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