THE GREAT CRY

Down the hill A voice is heard The cry of anguish The cry of pain And who shall comfort The bleeding hearts Lest they all sink In the abyss of death Down the valley A noise is heard The children are crying The youths are dying And who shall comfort Their bleeding hearts Their future un-promised Their hope is blighted Children on the streets Children in agony Crying for shirts and shelter Crying for their daily bread And who shall cast A glance of pity Where selfishness abounds And self-centerdness prevails Behold your precious pearl Lying on the streets Behold your pretty jewel Wasting - under the sun Behold the leaders of tomorrow The hope of the great Nigeria Lavishing and smiling on the streets Immersed in the sea of hopelessness