Come brothers, let me tell you a story
Of our nation and her wealth
That are enshrined in our earth for glory
Alas, trampled upon by our leaders in stealth.
Come brothers, see what God has given;
Our leaders to utilize our strength
For moves that put us with America even
Crude oil and fertile soil, yet we’re not in length.
Come brothers, behold our leaders;
Our looters, our beautiful depression
That leaves religious clerics commercial bidders
Inflicts garments weighing us down to retrogression.
Who knows of mountains that hide
The beauty of the sun in the sky?
We trod but in expensive cars they ride,
I wish soon to our looters, we sing goodbye.