Oh! I was shocked,

When the crawling giant,

is pronounce 47.

Our poverty has grown,

Our pain is forty-seven,

And our lives are still faulty.

Since our world is govern

By our small selfish gods

No sacrifice for change,

Our hope is not gagged.

Everyday,

Our eyes swell…

Have you forgotten?

The death of many heroes’

The pains of the casualties…

They all fought for freedom,

When they knew

Freedom wasn’t free

They all paid with their lives.

Those who came home,

To announce our freedom

Still pain, with an empty stomach,

They smile in chain,

Begging and dieing,

In the name of their stipend.

sings a joyful satire,

an endless curse rhymes.

To the country he gave his colour.

Wise fools has said,

The late billionaire Nitel boss,

was immolated,

for the sake of Greek gift,

but philosophy of Karma,

still lives.

If thou question me,

Ask him about Nitel fund,

The money for electric pole.

Baba Iyabo a democratic holocaust,

Always boast of what Cotonou had,

a long time ago.

Is Nuru Ribadu sleeping?

Please can he quiz?

His former boss pocket.

My heart ache,

When professional Akada,

Becomes a specialized Olokada.

That oil that is crude,

Has made delta boys rude.

Oh! They are afraid.

Of not been kidnapped.

Cocoa, is shrinking,

Cassava cries of barrenness.

Culture now walks,

On a broken leg.

Yar’dua! is Nigeria too young

or old for development?

This is my birthday gift

for all political scammers of Nigeria

Name: Samuel Kayode Akinbo

Address :19 Lalubu street oke-ilewo,Abeokuta

Email: talktokay20042002@yahoo.ca

Phone: +234-806-214-0218