Their constituents snooze not with peace
And they don't even care
Their meeting field turn a ring
Where blows are traded like in market place
They've trained their hands to fight
Even on matter that needs sense, and not might
The house called house of decision
Has been metamorphosed to that of COMMOTION
Those who men look unto as makers
Are nothing but mere law breakers
The very people we called Leaders
Are nothing but poisonous Adders
They cherish lies at the expense of truth
Anyway, they are all clueless crews
Men whose appetite is not to lead
But drunk with passion to brim their protrude bellies
We can't call them leaders
They are nothing but mere riders
Men whose boss is appetite;
Blur their vision like cataract
Gang of professional thieves
Robe like honorable chiefs
If this city has any problem, they are
If this city is way far behind her sisters, it's their fault.
If this city vehicle is on the reverse mode, they are
They are, if things are getting worse
However, if things will ever change it's in our hands.
Till we meet again I am Odunayo Samuel AKERELE.
Remember keep being true and keep being good
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