Lagos, sweet and wonderful Lagos
So far, you have only seen your worst days.
The friends around you watch you suffer
Day by day.
Not an hour goes by, before you see
The people you try to care for
Fight for survival and drink their sorrow,
But your “brothers” turn a blind eye to your pain.
All you want, is for someone to understand your struggles,
But no nice soul has been able to stop your tears.
You try to teach many the ways to live
But your so called people, didn’t give a scent
Or a whiff.
The only think my pitiful heart could say, is
I am sorry.
Please don’t die on me.