In the flow of red
I see the surface of tomorrow.
Tomorrow in hands by untrained minds.
Minds denied of learning culture by educated illiterates
Illiterate but educated rulers bake the cake.
Cake shared as a national cake within a cartel
Cartels of man-know-man write the policy.
Policy on education that builds inadequate schools
Schools crafted of compromised classrooms
Classrooms as caters for overpopulation
Population of teachers provided not as go-round
Round the globe, though, they trek.
They do trek to secure a sound school.
Sound schoolsshould train their children.
Their children envisage tomorrow's Nigeria.
Nigeria now trains ninety-eight of one hundred to fail.
Fail is the coming to meet of their past-trained children.
Trained as an armed robber, they come home to meet
Meet, I wish be for commonwealth.
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