My country weeps through the night My country weeps in deep fright My country weeps and prays to see the rising of the sun
For my country has its land – its own Zarephath We have our place of Refinement But we live in our land like a widow For our widowhood signifies desolation How Ironic and painful That desolation thrives in a place of Refinement
My country’s case is like a child who resides on a pasture-covered ground A ground flowing with water, milk and honey “Go on child, eat of your refinement!” But he can’t for the pasture-covered ground is covered by a steel sheet of corruption, filth and worst of all, ignorance…
This child starves and goes more hungry as the days go by The elements don’t favor him but add to his peril And standing afar off is a vulture waiting for the child to breathe his last so it can feast on its frail frame
So my country weeps My country weeps for agony of this child of promise My country weeps for the one whose life is about to fizzle away My country weeps for the rain that might never fall My country weeps for the smile that might never be seen on the face My country weeps for those who died for no just cause My country weeps for the unborn generation who may never get to enjoy pleasure that is rightfully theirs My country weeps for the long nights that refuse to turn to day My country weeps for the promises that were never fulfilled My country weeps for the waste is endures daily My country weeps for those who exploit the hungry and the needy My country weeps for this child that is about to breathe his last My country weeps for you who stands afar off and refuse to come close to save this child My country weeps…
Today you can change this if you choose Today you can put to flight that vulture that waits for the child’s waste Today you can guarantee that this child of promise keeps on breathing Today you can usher this child into its land of refinement and take away its desolation
Nigeria, it is time for you to choose Your choice can make the difference…today