One week one new trouble, one month the trouble trebles
The foundation of this nation is rattling a boiling consolidation
Of conflagrable totally in agreeable entity with combustible variable
Qualities negative infused in non positively breeds inwility among the natives
The first week our sick numero uno totally weak
Blatantly refused to pass the stick, knowing there is no fuel for his wick
Performing instead to plant confusion in his stead
He sneaked into town, snaked into his town
Susceptible and gullible Nigerian are misled, their care unshed
The other week, father, mothers, children, the rest of them
Took a bow under unwilling tires for lack of salaries for robber
Heads were crushed, brains were flushed; night men blushed
Wickedness reigned that week, the king of the game putting us in chain
A happy journey turned sorry, mangled corpses chases, vulture in a living
Sorrow filled the land, the magnitude of home we still can’t understand
Now month end, trouble of cataclysmic proportion we can comprehend
The helpless who will defend, their bones bent, their lives hurriedly spent
In the land of mother Israel, Jos we can’t bear any loss
The land God bless can’t be cursed, our destiny won’t be force
They died again, in their numbers, in this game of death, oh shame
To the government, same to the parliament to who will cry for the slain, slain by the …
In once cool Jos, the barbarity is getting worse, we hope it stops
West Biokpo Joshua (08038397312
(joshuabiokpowest@yahoo.com)
