They don't bother about us so we fight for ourselves
We know it's wrong because we allowed things to longer for too long
We have been quiet in the face of their oppression
Many have taken money just to hide their confession
Which has thrown the country into deep confusion
We have been suffering and smiling to every oppression
Which made us lose our right of expression
We have bottled so many feelings, now they can see our aggression
They even asked us to protest with discretion (out of fear)
Where was their sense of reason back then? Oblivion?
A country that is rich in most things has been sent into recession
Now we got our voices back and we are marching in protest in succession
They negotiate with terrorists, reform them but they won't speak with us, that's a great transgression
Glorified public servants acting as gods trying to give themselves self-ascension
We want justice and a better government - that's our profession
We live to hold you people accountable
For every evil you have perpetuated and would still do

Thank you for your time.

My pen doesn't bleed, it speaks, with speed and ease.

Still me,

My tongue is like the pen of a ready writer.

Olawalium; (Love's chemical content, in human form). Take a dose today: doctor's order.