We created them with our hands.
We gave them our will.
For them to lead the way.
The way to go into tomorrow.
But the created created a new way.
That we may follow.
But when we checked on them.
We saw their hand writings on the wall.
That we may serve them with our blood.
Though they buys cars for our police.
But can’t build laboratory in our schools.
They gives guns to the herdsmen.
But can’t give books to their neighbors.
They sponsors division in Nigeria.
But can’t unite a family.
What sort of animals living in this kingdom?
Our kingdom where dog eat dog.
A tyrant kingdom of new breed lions.
Thus, if our tomorrow would come.
Let infidels commit suicide.
That we may live in safe haven.
Like the jole.