By Emmanuel Uduak-Obong Esther
O! Hail the baby of a poor mother
Taken captive and left to mourn
Behold the little one that saw his mother murdered
Tears in face, second to none.
Demons everywhere even on streets
How can you kill a mother in the arms of her child?
No peace for the less all is strict
As sun and gun grows wild
I will go deeper, but have you seen our land?
The poor is prey to the rich
Even by the sweat and the works of their hands
Now, the poor drops blood to cross the bridge
Abandon you say, but there's more to it
Have you seen the poor in the circle of the rich?
Watch well there's never a chair to sit
The poor is slave and never made rich
The lions and the leopards scream
O! Allow the poor to breathe
Yet their laughter flows by like stream
The poor is drown and can't breathe
Metal rattling sound around all corners
Sound of war and never of peace
Preaching like the fore runner
I mean the beheaded John the Baptist
Do you remember the era of Lord Frederick?
Were mothers not killed right before the children?
Were children not taken from parents without trick?
Was tears from different eyes not made to fall as rain?
The prey will always be hunted
The hunted will always be the prey
But, let the jungle be in peace to avoid being hunted
For as there are hunters, they always be a prey.
The lions and leopards will always devour
The poor will always be crushed under their feet
But even the jungle has its appointed hour
When the hunted rise and the predators retreat.
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