The house of wealth with souls of poverty
Epitaph of sadness, eulogy of sorrow
When shall we celebrate the feast of Passover?
Message to the princes of the moment
Stranded in the strangled bush of pain
In the notoriety of woe in the wilderness of dire
Sepulchre of love. A nation of mendacious megalomaniacs
Where is the light?
Eyrie of bandit- looking down at the poor population
Oh a nation of vampire’s oligarchic coven
Sucking development with cupid tongue
Like weeds in the garden of roses
Our house of green is a cemetery of hope
A mass grave-yard for murdered futures
Remaining few pedagogue have fled across the desert
Come let’s think!
Revolution is the path to change
Nails and shards abound on the road to change
When shall we celebrate the feast of Passover?
When do we cross the red sea?
When do we be what we want to be?
Oh! Our house of green is a cemetery of hope.
Written by: Samuel Leumas
Edited by: Kukogho Iruesiri Samson
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