inked with my blood and rhymed
on this sad note of shame
My dear ‘politrickians’
I’ll birth your evil-deeds
with the tears of the masses
O! Sweet are your words
that lock our sour minds
in the jail of promises
Heaven is in them
when you beg our thumbs
to ink beside your face
When on the national seat
we become forgotten ash
burnt in the Hell of your lies
You tease our minds
with those blind words
‘Vision twenty, twenty!’
O! Selfishness is your beauty
as you trample our poor heads
with your feet of avarice
You fly our war chest
into your invincible nest
Your sons and daughters smile
while the masses cry
Today is yours, in peace
May tomorrow be yours in pieces!
Written by: Adesitimi Taiwo Damilola
Edited by: Kukogho Iruesiri Samson
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