Like robbers they came
Trudging our landscape
With reckless haughtiness
And like prisoners we cow
Dancing to meet the looters
Of our treasures and blood
Through twisted tongues
Our psyche was assaulted
To intimidating trepidation
Their promises not delivered
Thinking we undergo inertia
We kept hushed and mute
Musing intensely
On the way out
We moan, we pray
We saw a ray
A ray of hope
A green light
From deep dark tunnel
In the overcast season
We chant the praise
The glory of Our Lord
Who is full of Grace

Alas! They are aghast
Rather than waiting
For our thumb prints
They hoodwink and plan
They plan to deform
For every Moses on the horizon
There is Pharaoh and
His doomed sorcerers
They roll out guns, machetes
And magical amulets
Spilling with recklessness
The blood of the innocents
Maiming our persons
And hounding same to prisons
Killing and kidnapping
The expectant leaders
Once again we are robbed
Battered and traumatized


Listen they are on air again
Preaching acceptance,
Tolerance of vote robbers
For looting of our coffers
Those who throw without blush
Our precious trust
Into youthful river
Wasting away our fragile faith

Pray, pray and … pray
For He is closer to us
Than our jugular vein
He hears our pleadings
And answers our supplications
Through civilized means
We then move and march
To claim the stolen mandate
From the agents of lust
Who violates our psyche
With reckless apathy

Victory belongs to them
Who are callously oppressed
Oh tactical migrant
The retreating strategist
You must come back strong
To consecrate our heritage
And establish lasting order
With unrivalled benevolence

The locusts must go!
They must quit in a stroke
Our treasured garden


©April 2007

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