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| Omolola Ijeoma Ogunyemi |
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Chapter #: 7
Updated On: 14 September 2005 - Words Count: 239 - Number of Reads: 534 |
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Com (E) Patriot
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(May this be the last dictator)
Bow, the patriot-king alights
Khaki-green proclaims his might
His convoy screeches through the night
No end, no end, no end in sight
And we all know might is right
Yes we all know might is right
Swollen, turgid, kwashiorkor bellied
Petrolene babies born inhaling
Eau de petro-dollar, watch them straining
For a glimpse of the green that will never be seen
Except by the patriot king
All hail the patriot-king!
The crated man, he sold their birthright
Spat at fate, returned from flight
Wooden confines a distant dream
In a land where justice is green
For we all know might is right
Truth be damned for might is right
The mad woman's child strains to suckle
As she belly-laughs, sniggers and chuckles
For there is no funnier sight
Than this place where might is right
Dispatch unpatriotic elements with zeal!
Then bow and hail the patriot-king!
The dribbler zig-zags and relaxes
Re-emerges to engage the masses
His astonishing skills bedazzle
Leaving enemies frustrated, frazzled
In a place where might is right
Truth be damned for might is right
Bow, the patriot-king alights
His white agbada gleaming bright
Banishing all ugly sights
In a place where might is right
But watch the petro-babies grow
Watch their power begin to show |
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