The law—too strong to catch the weak,
Too weak to catch the strong.
Seven days in Naija make one weak;
Be careful, or soon you are gone.
The strong are released to bury their mothers,
The weak are detained—to die and be buried.
The rich go from cell to comfort,
The weak go from court to coffin.
One country, two laws—
The poor used as pawns.
Here, pen robbers are chiefs,
Armed robbers are thieves.
Preachers preach about heaven,
Yet seek to acquire the whole earth.
To co-chair
Is to co-share.
They ask us to pray,
While on us they prey.
Charity begins abroad;
Your preachers go to the best hospitals abroad,
Yet want you to get yours from above.
The execu-thieves, the legisla-chop, and the judi-share-it—
A tripod that thrives on it.
IPOB is ripped off,
Killer herdsmen
Are their main men.
Yoruba nation—
Is it the darling of the nation?
Being right makes you a terrorist;
Being a terrorist makes you right.
