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Babangida

In this mess, we called a country, the destroyers lived among Babangida once terrorized us with Khaki, failures affect all, Ruled as a tyrant forgetting the future, had power but looted the country, A mere servant of a few days, served themselves, retired with stolen wealth Hounded men to the gallows for speaking the truth, Incensed by the arrogance of Power, impoverished helpless million Maradona was never a name of honor to the crooks Bowed his head in shame in Minna, Afraid of leaving Nigeria where criminals like him are protected Destruction has not paid off, The Nigeria you destroyed stares at you Afraid to walk the street they never built, among the people they defrauded men without vision, stalled a nation, forced together by guns Obstructers became leaders through guns, greatness now mockery Systemic failure set in motion, evil genus institutionalized corruption In this same mess, we called a country. Babangida, where are all your guns that ruined Nigeria? Are you happy now, can you walk freely among those killed? Boneheaded barrack boys took advantage of massive docility Apprentice without brains, the cynosure of profligates, & fraudsters Nigeria, ruined beyond recovery as malefactors are emboldened Generalissimo of morons, bearing arms, looted the gulf proceeds In the same mess we called a country Detestable men and fickle fin protected by guns Afflicted us in Nigeria till this day

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