If you want to, strike!
Across the Ocean
There my offsprings learn
With King Henry; a British heir
Here where yours train
Like half-baked breads
With archaic and weary facilities
Dusty and musty sheets
And tattered wears beautify their bodies
You said, I should pump millions Naira
Into a barren sea without water
To what end?
Would your offspring be useful to me?
Tell me.
I haven’t drained off the coffer
There’s still much to suck
This nation’s breast is robust
If you keep shouting
I may even kill
If I do
I will enjoy immunity
So stop shouting
If you want to strike
Strike!
I will strike!
Strike again and strike forever
If I strike the nation’s economy
Will become lame!
Who gives a damn?
I’ve billion dollars in Swiss Banks
I could spend it anytime
Strike, strike and strike
Damn you! I will bite more
From the national cake
The other rodents and I
As we go higher and higher
With our blanking dreams
Written by: Dauda Muideen Lanre
Edited by: Kukogho Iruesiri Samson
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