Pot Belly Men
Pot belly men of our great
Nation
Ambassadors of poverty
Looters of National treasures
Breeding nest of corruption
Masters of lies and deceit
See what you have done
See what you have turns our
daughters into
Making them slaves to vanity
As they make you embrace
insanity
They feast on your pot belly
As you call your wives at home
With same lie night after night
Your daughter with another pot
belly man
She is also feasting on his pot
belly
While he switch off his phone
Lest his wife calls him from
home
Pot belly men flaunts
themselves
In their expensive agbada'
Cruising in range rovers
Looking for young girls to de
flower
With a trunk full of "Ghana must
go"
Our daughters lost in the trance
of naira
They give away their glory so
easy
Like a child munching on akara
For an end reward of naira
Our sons stands no chance
They hardly have enough to fill
their belly
they till soils and drill crude oils
Their sweats making their
pockets swell
In a bid to marry
The pot belly pleasures...
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