The albinos left us
Many decades ago,
Our brothers took over
We thought they are humane.
Haven\'t we seen enough?
How long will the gimmicks continue?
Irrationality looms the streets
Comfortable in our sufferings.
Pulpits oil our pains
Just a visit to religious canopies
Microphones will sing their praises
And lure our thumbs to their favour.
When the going gets tough
They tell us to shout to heavens
Calling on Chukwu Okike,
To intervene in our stupidity.
After lavishing time and resources
And their seats are threatened
They pay courtesy visit;
To their roots.
They come home
To romance our religious emotions
Divide and rule,
The abstract ideology and strategy.
What is the fate of our seeds?
Do they have hope?
We are their hope,
If we can take up placards,
And our thumbs will rewrite the narrative.
Beware of these pen robbers
Soon they will come home
These elephants trample on grasses
Who survive by nature\'s will
Out fate, is in our hands.