Nigeria: a cry to God
Oh Lord! how long the poor
Stay in this terrible state?
They kick them like lepers
For political juggernauts
They don’t get a fair share of anything.
Because, as the ignorant and the indifferent
“Teddies” put it
‘They are troublesome and deserve to be in
A dump’
Oh Lord! Isn’t this duel?
Did you think they hadn’t lost a relationship?
The bourgeois walk through the city in
Flashy, seductive and welcoming “horses of steel”
Squealing tires scaring the “have-nots”
Whistling horns deafening their ears
While the blinding headlights make them
Blink and lose your foundation
Its rubber feet crash into a puddle of water.
Rain of mud on the proletarians
Those who cower and hide their faces in shame and fear
As any protest could lead to an eternal death
Oh Lord! How horrible, malevolent, crazy
And the evil country that is Nigeria?
They force the poor to seek “political asylum”
That you can’t come your way without
“talking papers”
They promise to make life worth living
Improving poverty but ending
Make a mess by aggravating the situation.
With their malevolent and self-centered interest in satisfying themselves alone
Oh Lord! Evil conspires with madness to waste us all
How can the oppressed survive this?
How can they live even as
They are made to drag themselves under the unbearable weight of scarcity.
You are the refuge of these “free slavery” people
Your anger is more intense and explosive
than a volcanic eruption
We will continually pray and
Wait patiently for your purpose
Transgressors will not escape.
