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Tribute to Nigerians
Who lived to fight
But died at bullets sight
For justice, for equity
For change, for betterment

Tribute to Nigerians
Whose smiles suffer them
And their cries are never heard
Who suffers for daily bread
While deep inside, they bleed

Tribute to Nigerians
Who wake up early to sleep late
Hawking for bread, hustling in stress
Working, but worked out
Striving, but starved to death

Tribute to Nigerians
Who did not place religion above man
But place man above religion
Who are their brother’s keeper
Who honours the difference in others

Tribute to Nigerians
Whose friends betrayed and colleagues dismayed
In prisons and cell blocks for no offense
Praying yet; yet prayed for their foes
Men of valour, buried without honour

Tribute to Nigerians
Who saw political fraudsters and liars
And were brave enough to stand their feet
Not corrupt by lies, not swayed by bribes
Who in truth's hunger, hunger to fight for truth

Tribute to Nigerians
Who in service were cheated
But refused to be cheaters
Who stood for loyalty, but bullied for honesty
Who saw change and were courageous to change


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