Let me cry

Let lines be drawn Beyond my nerves Make it unclear to the deaf-blind This journey of slavery And undue enrichment This society and nature Have yoked us with. Should I, should I not Is the daily soliloquy Of a pregnant Fela Kuti Lest its made gone Like the matriarch of the Kuti family. Oh! silence is made a baton for political ambition Watching the righteous go to rest In an inglorious cave and Enriching our common foes in their nests. Let me cry Please don't hold me back. Where is righteousness, The rule of law, Fairness, and justice A victim of theft Must mobilize our black friends prior investigation While one with no guilt must pay prior release. What a society where truth is hidden With massive celebration of falsehood Let me groan without holding back Our wives are becoming widows And children fatherless Yet a mouth to voice out Is silent for fear of death or ambition. Where is a place of refuge? The house of God? Donate your way to remission, the message 'from God' is. The Judiciary? There, the cause list is bigger than the court. The two be the last hope of the masses But fail to scratch our backs. We need help Yes, one which is based on collective decisions. Arise oh compatriots The next generation is calling Please and please obey In order to have a better generation. ©? olorunleke Olorode.