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My dear mother Land!
Here forefathers lives
The nature of antiquity with precious gem
Full of perfect norms
And numerous natural resources.
Oh! Beloved Mother!
Look down on your Land
Recent era lives on it unimpressively
They have cast away our antiques and artifacts for the foreigners
Primal youths can't speak mother's tongue
They therefore neglected our norms and values for the aliens
And the mode of living is so aggressive.
The native soil has been flooded away by there mirage vow
We've omit our talking Drum, but choose to move with the rhythmic sound of there Piano
We've neglected our embroidery Agbada, but choose clothing on Coats
And our nature are indeed beautiful.
We continue living on their mendacity
Which keep toxicating our diurnally
We have no esteem for what we have
The ancients need to be born back
And guide us on the ethics of the Land.
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