The government, a Tyrant
The killing, rampant
Yet a soul, sacrosanct
The police are Wolves
Protesters gone rogue
For the Youth, Our conscience sold
To greed and gold
Is this Nigeria My home?
The Masses divided
By religion, politics and tribe
I fear that My home may be silenced
Indeed, Everyone's guilty as charged
Where do I turn to?
North or South
Or East or West
Whom do I turn to?
Bandits or Militants
Or Herdsmen or Boko Haram
Whom do i look up to?
The Politicians or Crooks
What do I celebrate?
Victory or doom
Independence day My foot
This protest...
Its inception had great focus
For it was sincerely national
Now, it is hocus pocus
For it is sincerely personal and political
If you like, sincerely politically personal
Indeed I smell a rat
At this juncture, amidst this hullabaloo
There's only little I can do
Stick to my perfumes
Yet, my faith is firm
For I have faith for genuine change
And my stand is stiff
For I stand against police brutality
Ultimately, I stand against political hypocrisy
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