Rapture

RAPTURE Let the rain fall from the river of drought Give the blind glasses to walk Tame the povertarian with manifestoes What a way my country politician have traveled Did you remember the congo of the belly The much we pay to sustain our breath Fighting always to win with pride we lost I lost hope we had a legacy How many more will travel beyond To reconcile our long grudge with nature I guessed we are long due for freedom What are they called ,the bastards that held our neck to thirst punishing our innocent intestine for a sin that even our spine is not aware of If taking it by tent pitching is the answer I will prefer that which will tear cloths of dominance Pour on our streets the water from the hunters socket The devil that allows satan to go on vacation they are My fingers cannot be tell lies , especially when naira is more scarce than pounds Tell the survivors not to play to the gallery as nemesis is a season Rushing like the wings of trumpet to blow away the worries of the sun city citizens