Nigeria @64

Everything is dry, as if no rain has fallen, Hard to step on wet land, our hope is keep on crawling. Our once vibrant environment now looks blurring, Price of things rises like steam that turns to vapor. A hard labor without favor, The nation needs the right savior. The poor are suffering, it's obvious, What are we celebrating when many are lamenting? At sixty-four years old, Nigeria still struggles to reach its threshold, Feeling heat in the cold and shivers in the hot. Our honor has been sold, what a sarcastic assault, It is six decades and four, Most Nigerians are feeling headache in their skull. Inflation in our nation, we need urgently solution, A new dawn awaits, with genuine transformation.