This may be the last poem I writeI hope its not my last poem you readThis may rouse Nigerians to fightOur leaders are stuffed with glutinous greedPut down your trade and pick up placardsTo make a livi…
Fueling Failure.
Few people on the streetsFew people for you to greetFew people mean muggingWe can “bone” but we’ve got no meatWe live in hell, isn’t that sweet.Adjust the setting, enjoy the heatNigerians are used to …