A land filled with plenty
Yet pockets are empty
People branded the happiest
In league with the poorest
Here we grin
Where smiles should not be seen
Super oil producer
Major oil importer
Refineries in states of pity
Reflecting humorous absurdity.
Here
We choose to leave to rot
Intellectuals without support
While importing inferior brands
From some distant lands
Here
The servants eat the broth
While the masters lick the pot
Workaholics are derided
While looters are celebrated.
Here
We spurn the truth
And reward deceit
We overlook the diligent
And celebrate the indolent
This is dire tragedy
Clothed in euphemised comedy
As we call her
This is Federal Republic of Nigeria
But for a while
Let’s be witty
And re-christen her
Federal Republic of Irony.
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