Our pleas are ever repudiated
Never know where to present them yet
They say their hands are tied
But we know they are tired
Tired of doing just
Tired of what not yet done
As they dally, we drown in darkness.
Killings are all over the screens
Much hidden yet the little screams
Murder of media evident in views
Their covert operations leave the nation in agony
They jet out of country
As families are in deep pain
They care not, it is such an irony!
Our economy to the ground it is
Deterioration is what we see these days
Our cries to their ears are songs
To the melody they can hum easily
The frowning face they care not
The lot known to them is not at the front
The rest can still compose new songs; Our cries.
Few of us try to ferret for truth
From their ‘betrayers’ we manage little
Our trounce of freedom and justice is far
But we are hellbent to have a grab
By the bullet will die and blood shall flood
If for justice, that is the path
Our souls will smile through the young left.