In the Capital

Still, my voyage to the Capital A city whose other name rocks with “Aso” On the rock, yet in the capital The ruling vampires swim in affluence They are the upper rockers, The middle rockers strive to climb the ladder, While vast majority wallows in misery They, the lower pauperized rockers. In the Capital, I did sojourned Capital were for those whose names Were engraved with capital letters For many who smell riches daily They had no cowries, less of capital My friends on the Rock Were the lower cadres Of the middle Rockers, For them the pauperized Rockers In Gwagwalada enroute Lugbe Whose huts . . abodes were destroyed Whose kinsmen were rendered homeless Whose lives were snuffed out Whose human dignity was compromised For master plan of the masters For them, I wept. And for the bulldozer mercenaries With toga of larger then life image Killing . . . destroying many with impunity Rendering millions homeless with No alternative homes or huts Allocating lands to the Pot-belly rogues Turning the doors of public taxis to private pockets For them, I laugh hysterically For they are no more today Dismissed with the dark era of the Ugly King with the protruding belly.