...
Where is the belief?
Where is the "Change"?
Where is "Democracy"?
Answer me you thieves!
The Government.
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The screeching of the window,
The galloping waves above the welkin,
The coughing of the sea,
The howling birds flying about their nest.
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The restless traders who just got back home,
The snoring lazy lads,
The deepness of idleness,
The erection of poverty.
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The impressionable distress;
Of people brooding over their lost children,
And of jobless bachelors,
Who lost their white collar job.
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A village of zillion souls,
"Nigeria".
The angry walking dead spirits,
The so soon reality;
Partying out unclad,
While, I heard someone yelled at our innocent grandma's;
Who unfortunately knelt cowardly for a cup of rice.
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Tears trickles down face,
When I see hopeful ladies,
on rags;
And of guys,
with sagged butt and their jilted fur,
Hanging around the corner smoking marijuana.
No wonder.....
Their father is a terrorist
And their mother is a sex worker.
Son of bitches!
Must we gladly accept failure?
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The Government,
Are we blind to perceive
Or are we just deafened to understand?
Who are we?
Tell me who are we?
The Government.
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Sighs....
We are blacks,
We are Nigerian,
We are African,
We aren't animals....
We aren't slaves,
We aren't fools,
We aren't fools,
We aren't fools!
Yes! we aren't,
The Government.
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Sighs...
Must they die?
Why should they pay for your sins?
Why must we?
Why must we?
Why must we, why must we, why must we, why must we!
We aren't fools, we are not fools
The Government.
Mused...2016©