RIOT IN MY HEART

Oh! we taught, our tears has dried

Now we must eat rice that is fried

We drank wines of victories in our mind

Shutting our ears to the ringing sounds of wisdom

In chorus we say, go and be our eyes

This we knew not

Our days of sorrow state, on the way to come

ALAS!

There is a riot in my heart

This makes me to forcefully speak

There I found myself, in a citadel of disgust

They promised to give the land, a Roman look

This we gave, a standing Ovation

What we see A genuine Roman gabbage

They promised to make our sands shine like stars

At last what we have

A rocky sand full of thorns

Our tears of basket full

Now a means of entertainment for our lord fools

The more they boom, the more we are doomed

What they say

If you want Good luck you must be patience

Oh! we taught, our sweat has dried

Now we must eat egg that is fried

Not known

We are dancing to our place of doom

Smiling at our imminent death

We cry they laugh

Celebrating golden years of classic corruption

We lain our head in grief only for them to take their leave

Oh! it worries me, it worries me

Our souls blown away like balloon

The land is naked

My naked soul drew me into confusion

Behold!

Our heroes are sad

Their graves are shedding tears

Because their labours are marched

Now I knew

It is a strife of interest

Masquerading as contest of principles

the conduct of public affairs

for a private advantage

You artificial saviours

enough of your masquerade democracy

Please accept our traditional cap
                                                                                           -Olatunde Busayo Solomon