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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