Trapped

Sometimes it seems like I should just lie and wait on the sky
For my own redemption song
But no matter how many times the sky would cry
I would never get the memo

I hear some optimists sing -
Look! The land is still green
Look as honorable as you should - Be properly dressed
For we have toiled and soon shall harvest

Some still believe
But some have given up on me
Because they see no more
Than vengeful skeletons in my cupboard

Who did I offend?
I'm just a realm called Nigeria!