Sleep I cannot enjoy…
Thought-filled head all night to the core…
The left cannot function alone,
Yet he refuses to call the right to write…
Things fall apart in our era,
And the centre cannot hold with COLA…
Talk not of the cost of living soaring up,
Talk not of the destruction at hand so up!
Talk not of the open corruption in the hand,
My kid brother even tried bribing me with a land…
Oga, how much be your pay now?
How much be transport fare you pay now?
Ma guy, you dey earn wages or salary?
How much you want collect to correct?
We cry,
Yet we are left to fry,
And wail till our souls fly…
We are indeed turned into toothless dogs!
We only bark to scare the hogs!
We may fight with our might,
We may even take flight,
We sure need a saviour,
But who can we trust to be our saviour?
Bleek Junior
Asempa©️
