The food basket of our nation,
We stand with you
As you are being ripped apart
The turbaned ones.
Comrade Napoleon’s hearing is now dysfunctional.
His sojourn to the land of men who talk through their noses
Hasn’t helped his cause,
He still cannot hear your cry for help.
Today, we wax lyrical about your braveness.
We rave about your doggedness,
As you wade through the flames of this consuming inferno
Lighted by blood-sucking-demons
Scribbling epitaphs of fear on your streets.
Today we chant dirges
For all those
Whose dreams have been aborted by
Demons wielding AK-47s
Shame on those
who keep mum
As your ranks are being diminished
Your heroes have traded decorum
For Pieces of silver.
They now reek of foreign currency.
Shame on those who promised
To speak for you.
Those who now have lost their voices
Those who promised to Protect you
Now ply the enticing corridors of power;
Completely disconnected from all their pledges.
Those who promised to listen to you
now wine and dine on the altar of politics
Where your dreams and future are being ravenously ravished
By feckless mortals
insensitive to your tears.
Stay strong our brothers and sisters,
Hold the fort while yet you may.
These demons.These fake heroes.These frauds
Shall be exposed
And justice shall be served