She is green, her ancestors bemoan.
Blood, sweats  and cake under lashes.

Decadence, but decadenceWon’t allow victory and freedom,
May be the uniform should hold sway…

I see men, I see visions,
They’ve come to do the same, those men
We have brought them back, yet we sigh!
When, when will the change really come!

I love her, but do we?
“She’s this and that ‘…
But with love she will possess the gates.
Tick, tick deafening me,
Oh! Lord forbids us to complain!

- Olaitan Abiodun