As bright and vibrant as the sun,
Yet dimmed when the moonlight comes.
As radiant as the break of day,
Yet the night still steals its way.
Nigeria once a bustling ground,
Like markets where lost voices sound.
Now, suffering roams the crowded streets,
And homes dissolve beneath tired feet.
Hunger looms with heavy hands,
Three square meals now fading strands.
Children's dreams are where shadows rest,
But find no mother’s gentle chest.
Parents once with visions bright,
Now send their young to chase the light,
Hawking hopes in dusty air,
While futures fade in deep despair.
Fishermen adrift and torn,
Their waters lost, their shelters worn.
The rivers choked, the oceans cry,
Their lifeblood drained, their pastures dry.
Farmers sleep while fields decay,
Their labour cast in careless clay.
Yet still, the sun’s fierce strength remains,
We must arise and break these chains.