BREATHING VICTIMS

Victims of the situation

Victims of agony and strife.

No one cares for the innocent child

It makes no sense to them.

Every day is a double trouble

All stacked in life’s nemesis

Leaving us no sign of revival

Who shalt be blamed?

For they serve us not.

Rather rule with brutality

How pitiful! In serving and subject to pains

Oh! We have become unconscious slaves

Licking the wounds of afflicted brutality

Sucking the mucus of humiliation

Trapped in the State of helplessness.

Yet! Many stand aside, the rest sitdon dey look.

Hear ye preacher man!!!

All have become powerless to the situation

Some say; we lost our right!

Others say; we sold our right!

What do you say?

Knowing already the victims of the situation

Suffering from the so-called loved ones. In our coven…we cheat and maltreat one another.

Tell me! Who has deprived us of our Right?

Woe upon them!

Woe unto you! Who inflict pains on the innocent.

Woe unto you! Trampling on your households.

Greater Woe be upon you babariga! 

You procure injustice on your people

Wolves in sheep clothing.

Buffalo’s… Babylon falls on you!

Hear our cry… oh EQUALITY!

Partiality has brought her band

She now plays for us in Babylon

Look! Everyone is dancing to the waves.

Only the best dancers have their way.

Handicaps are left alone to dance in pains

The signs of deliverance are vague…

Dear Equality! We await you…make haste.

Oh JUSTICE! We cry for help.

The rules have changed.

You now only favour men who cheers partiality

Neglecting the cry of the victims

Your hands now swing to favour the highest bidder.

Our only hope now demands what we can't provide.

Take heed to my cry… You Justice!

Remember...that you Justice is created for peace.

Come with me…see our graves.

ahead of you... 

There lies the Man who fought for EQUALITY.

Over there, lies the boy who died in his struggles.

I see! How could we have made Hyenas watch after the sheep?

We’ve brought in the Lions to rule over the koalas.

How laughable…no wonder everyday is a feast!

Just as a Lamb before its shearer is dumb,

We all are matching towards the slaughter slab.

For how long shall we be dumb?

For how long shall we mourn in Babylon?

Now the time is ripe for revival

Listen! For we lack individual power… But!

We can flock together as brothers,

Not as distant strangers.

We can redeem our rights.

Let’s pull out of Babylon! For Zion calls.

Yes! All with one Voice!

All with same Vision!

All with a firm Stand!

With our Strong Audacity!

Bond with the thumb of Agreement!

The five fingers shall become our Fist

Strongly punching our way to Victory!

Marching to Zion should be our goal… Revolution cares.