Political catcher fetchers,
Political orphans we are,
Go politicsmen
Still here I am a kafir amidst years and years of independence and freedom
We are burning in the tires of survival,
Humanity raped,
Religious Kilimanjaros pickpocketing
The truth quarantined,
Peace sanitized,
They tell I there’s peace yet followed by moria of soldiers,
Brigadiers and Majors all cyclones of weapon in hands.
Gripping on the clit of a gun,
I wonder, who are they spotting on in so peaceful nation as they say.
Lost wanting,
I made celebrate a useless identity
Left wanting, proud they say I be,
Country ran on philosophical fatality,
Fifty plus years country still acts like a new discovery.