We the Rebels

Bullets oil with blood, Hearts smitten with cruelty Our minds sealed with carnage, As we marched, for the harvest is ready With our machetes from China, Our ak47 from Russia, And the Americas’ bullets we moved into their shrine Harvesting our crops With tears and anguish in their faces Our grips in the sacred place of their virgins, Resizing males’ hands for short sleeves We drank with human skulls, With incisions of bush doctors on our chests , O yes the African juju ! We danced round the camp fire As we chant and chat With amulets of poverty tied round our waists Chilling the night with french wines Our veins drunk with opium Wining with the spirit of the night, a jubilee of happy ignorance Tonight is as hot as hell, hell because we have lived in hell Our village is in hell, Corruption is our traditional ruler Political killing is our manifestos Kidnapping is our vision We the rebels shall rubble the principalities We shall establish banana republic where dogs eat dogs For in this shall our echoes be heard We the rebels shall build castles in air for every citizen…. Awoh Kingsley