Nothing to show for our tasks
As we toiled all through the day,
We got nothing but 1/3;
But this, this is a blessing.

Our sweats became the water we drank
And we fed on the losses we incurred
You became too cruel
Yes you, the government, should be gun-for-men.

For making cruelty an everyday course
Anar-is-the-chy, anarchy is order
As we will pull all structures down
And throw all cabals into the canal

© Abiola Justice David