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A New Dawn

We live with masquerades They call for accolades They wear mean faces Even when we meet face to face Every day and night, they loot Even though we go barefoot We crown them kings They take all, even as "kings" Until hunger and anger reigns They take all they think they are winners Alas, we suffer a hard-knock life What a life without a wife With guns and knives, they kill our wives. Yet we live and believe they are kings The cup is full and overflowing Like a disrupted ant colony, the race for survival begins. Oh! It has to be the new dawn! Wearing the facade of #endsars, the people reject their masters. Tanks and boots fill the streets In the cover of the dark, they commit genocide. What a cruel world! The cup is full and overflowing Hunger raged yet they waged war Stacked food away from reach We are sniffing out the food Like dogs from hood to hood Possessing our possession, This is the new obsession And it is just the beginning It is not over yet The masquerades can't stop the provocation They mock us with their speeches They suck our blood like leeches The deprived are speaking It is just the beginning It's a new dawn

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