Cry out
Raise your voice above the earth
Let the universe be of aid
Not as that of the world bank
That is kept underneath
With traces not found
Cry out
That the earth knows no peace
Let her know that you are in deep mess
And in an unhealthy state.
Cry out
Let me profusely weep
For our children whose future
Has no stake
Let her know that our lives
Are less valuable than a cow
That Fulani herdsmen and unknown gunmen
Are invading our towns
Without a raise of eyebrows by our leaders
That garri is now #900 per congo
And traveling abroad is less expensive
Than traveling to Sango Ota
Health providers give no first aid
Without making deposits for hospital bill
While giving is the only way of being religious.
Omonile and baale will collect your fortune
Before you can build on your land
Technicalities are the best tools for lawyers
And the appointment of judges is a tug of war in my state.
The security officers will bill you at all cost
After suffering loss to fraud and robbery of all kinds.
Where's the place of refuge?
The religious sect that should be of help
Is porous that Gistlover and instablog
Make mockery of our leaders
For acts which are unbecoming of a priest.
My heart is deep in thoughts
For the sake of my beloved that's helpless
Urgently in need of help.
Come, let us reason
And decide what to do to be out of this slavery
Nothing, I mean nothing can be done
Lest we are corruption free.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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