The pain we all beared.
The strength in our thighs,
The dreams in our eyes.
There were three brothers…
In our dependence, we became independent,
Oh together, what a great trident,
Power! Power! Power!
We wanted to prove we were greater,
There were three brothers…
Oh together, what a great trident,
Power! Power! Power!
We wanted to prove we were greater,
There were three brothers…
Who is going to lead?
Who is going to bleed?
Unity, Where art thou?
Harmony, I guess down.
There were three brothers…
Who is going to bleed?
Unity, Where art thou?
Harmony, I guess down.
There were three brothers…
“We” became stool,
“I” became the new cool,
Our minds got separated,
Our bones; Emaciated,
There were three brothers…
“I” became the new cool,
Our minds got separated,
Our bones; Emaciated,
There were three brothers…
The only bond left is our name (Nigeria)
Our forefathers probably bow their heads in shame,
We have become a bloody cadaver,
Which needs a miracle sub-woofer,
There were three brothers…
Our forefathers probably bow their heads in shame,
We have become a bloody cadaver,
Which needs a miracle sub-woofer,
There were three brothers…
Hausa,Igbo and Yoruba.
Where do we go from here,
To our better past of regionalism?
Or renegotiate our togetherness?
The time is now!
Where do we go from here,
To our better past of regionalism?
Or renegotiate our togetherness?
The time is now!

























