osagie omono
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GOD DEY NA POOR MAN PRAYER
GOD DEY NA POOR MAN PRAYER. (BY FSO) How many more deaths, Do we have to die, Before we can live a life? How many more wilderness, Do we need to cross, Before we can arrive the promised land? How many more hunger, Do we need to endure, Before we can have a full stomach? How many more of our young sons and daughters, Be buried in the liquid grave, As thy meet their end on high sea, Trying to escape from this hell of a place, To a foreign land? There is famine in the land, great hunger ravagin...
WHERE ARE THEY TODAY?
WHERE ARE THEY TODAY? (F.s.o) Where are they today? Gone with wind, Like a candle in the wind. They came they saw, But did they really conquer? Powerful,yes they were, Had men bowed before them, Had men cringe before them in fear, Powerful yes they were, But where are they today? Gone! All with the wind, Like a candle in the wind. They came, they saw and they stole, Looted what was for the people, Killed any that stood against them, Jailed any that speaks but not for them, Grabbed power again...
NOW THAT THE HYENAS ARE IN POWER.
NOW THAT THE HYENAS ARE IN POWER. (FSO) They stood against the dogs, Who who have better experience in watching over the community, The goats, sheep, the hens and the cows. They stood against them, driving away from the land depriving them of anything good. With the help of other rogue animals, The hyenas sat enthroned, grabbing all powers and authority, even though, they never deserve it. Now that the hyenas are in power, All essential benefits, Have all been withdrawn, from the community. Men ...
WATIN MAN GO DO?
WATIN MAN GO DO? (By Fso.) Off to the field we go, In search of our daily garri (bread). With rumbling stomach, Empty full of nothing but air, Stomach rumbling like the angry thunder, In a heavy down pour. Then the sun goes home, And we set our foot trekking back home, At times on our rickety bicycle, Hoping to be comforted at home, By the old rusty fan hanging lifelessly from the ceiling. The old leaking shanty ceiling, Too bad even the rusty fan won't even work, For no electricity to power it...
WHY? WHY? OH WHY?
WHY? WHY? OH WHY? ( BY FSO.) Every day on the street, On the road to no where, You could see faces of frustrations, dejection, Depression and deprivation. You could see hunger ravaging the land, Like wildfire with no mercy upon it's victims. Why? Why oh why? We hunger for bread, yet we live amidst plenty, We die of thirst unquenchable, Yet surrounded by water abundance, Why? Why? Oh why? In a land blessed with untold abundance of resources, Unfathomable wealth and riches, Yet poverty covers t...
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