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THEY DID THIS,

 


Our half baked idiots as leaders.


They bought us guns to kill ourselves for them to take power.


We collected it with sweat, tear ourselves apart while we lick crumbs.


They thought they were doing us, 


We laughed because we knew that nothing last forever,


Not this  injustice,

Not this oppression,

Not age long mental slavery.


They send theirs abroad and turn us to slaves, 


With our national resources as  though their birthrights.


We kill, we destroy all for them to ascend the throne 


They Laugh at us as we are thrown.


They prefer thugs, those they can control and manipulate for them to cling on to power forever.


We are called boys even with some of us nearing our graves in age without a roof to cover our heads.


Because of them our future is put on hold as a magic wand cast a spell on an object afloat.


They never saw it coming, not this revolt, this thirst for change that was longed due.


I wish we can destroy them,

Not ourselves for they will laugh and call us hungry thugs.


I salute the youths for they once seem so timid allowing this leaders who are so stupid to drain us of our soul worst than in the verge of hell.


The youths have had a enough, they have chewed enough and they will act enough to put an end to this oppression so enough.


We deserve more than what we get, since we collect with our mouth shut, they feel we are lily-livered demanding from them so brainless.


What do we live for in a country where opportunities is squandered by thieves in suit who call themselves leaders, leading us to our doom so that we don't bloom.


Laws are for them, resources for them and even the future is for them while we bathe dirt and plunge in poverty.


They enjoy our cries and they swim in class with exotic cars as furniture in their house.


Their hideous ploy to frustrate us will forever be crushed by our tears so high up the heaven above.


In unity we will triumph over this souls of darkness that put our youthful days in darkness.


#EndBadGovernance.


✍️ Patrick Ekong.

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