ANIMAL FARM

Our lives are worthless

Totally worthless in the eyes of the sailors

Who steer the deck as they wish

Ignoring the warnings of the winds

Battling with the current of the sea

They keep sailing against the tides

Paying less concern to the creeks sound

The already overheated engine

Getting hotter and hotter

While the gun powder and rum stares in disbelieve

A 60 years old ship left to rot while in use

A psychopath called captain 

His deck mates, dressing in nonsensical whites

Gullible as a seagull 

knowing the ship will wreck soonest

And they appointed them

Glorified idiots who wear mufti as uniforms 

Going about monkey business

Aiming at taking lives they can't create

Canonizing youths as illegal, as suspect

They use us as shooting training ground

Their bullets brought down Femi

A promising young chap with a bright future

The only son,hope of his family

Who is just about to have a breakthrough 

He was dropped and labelled a "Yahoo boy"

A soul wasted just like that

9 months of labour wasted

Tears of joy of a son being born wasted

A mother's prayer over years shut up

His blood flowed down the side walk

Body already gone cold awaiting rigor mortis

His white shirt already colorcast, smeared

He just laid there in his own pool of blood

His soul languished as he stares at his body

And they drove off in his car abandoning his body

They smiled and say "O'boy, that guy na woman"

"He too speak English"

"At least we don collect the transfer"

"Make we drive go that junction"

"Wait, wait...see that boy over there get Dada"

"See him hand, him hold i-phone"

"Park, park, na our number 60 victim be dis"

They gun butted and incapacitated Jeff

Never to be useful to this generation anymore

And they drove on, planning their next victim

Searching all nooks and crannies

To make bloody ends meet

And you still call this a sovereign state?

Ruled by wild beast feeling untamed

The leopard spotted fur, as beautiful as it is

directs the hunters aim

SARS the hunter, youths the leopard

No one to advocate for us, dying is for the dead

Our Nigeria, their Nigeria

The most populated farm in Africa

With animals dominated with greed

Their canines flashing all the time

You dare not bark when the lion roars

Just put your tails between ur legs if you wanna live long

Times will tell, the gun will face the hunter

Then the hunter will become the hunted

One by one the whirlwind will swoosh them off

Never to be heard anymore

Never to see the dawn of the new era

@talk2leigh

5th Oct 20

5:16pm