The deluge of forbearing tomorrow
Anchoring the subterfuge of beseeming joy
Submerged by promises of endearing hearts
Churn by dreams that rekindle the joy that once was
The rising moon and the setting sun
Spell doom on a nation’s youth
Hunkered by generations of visionless rulers
Clad in monstrous clown suits
Adherents of cultic spheres
Vampires gnawing even the flesh of formless foetus
Rape and plunder the creed of their brotherhood
They congregate-men riding men in orgies of an immoral clan
Blinded by the blood of the innocents
Deafened by the cries of begrudging widows and orphans
Stoned by the evils of their bigotry
They fail to heed the rising tides
The waves surge in anger bearing
In their rage the echo of the Obasinjom warrior
Spitting the fire that they thought extinguished
Crushing! Crushing! Crushing! Crushing!
Purging the land of the filth they have spun
And on their graves we shall spit the curse of barrenness
From the bosom of the Mongo and from the footstool of epassamoto
A lamb will rise to tame the beasts and sooth our souls.
