Oh Lord! How long the poor

Stay in this terrible state?

They kick ’em like lepers

By political juggernauts

They don’t get a fair share of anything.

Because, like the ignorant and the indifferent

“Teddies” put it

‘They are troublesome and deserve to be in

A dump’

Oh Lord! Isn’t this duel?

Did you think they hadn’t lost a relationship?

The bourgeoisie walk through the city in

Eye-catching, seductive and welcoming “steel horses”

Screeching tires scaring the have-nots

Whistling of horns deafening their ears

While the blinding headlights make them

Blink and lose your foundation

His rubber feet crash into a puddle of water.

Rain of mud on the proletarians

Who cower and hide their faces in shame and fear

As any protest could lead to eternal death

Oh Lord! How horrible, malevolent, crazy

And the evil country that is Nigeria?

They force the poor to seek “political asylum”

That can’t come your way without

“Talking Papers”

They promise to make life worth living

Improving poverty but ending

Make a mess by aggravating the situation.

With their malevolent and self-centered interest in satisfying themselves alone

Oh Lord! Evil conspires with madness to waste us all

How can the oppressed survive this?

How can they live, even as

They are made to drag themselves under the unbearable weight of scarcity.

You are the refuge of these people of “free slavery”

Your anger is more intense and explosive

Than a volcanic eruption

We will pray continuously and

Wait patiently for your purpose

The transgressors will not escape.