You Help Me With Your Guns
You help me with your gun
Your mind had been casted strong
with an iron reinforcement of wrong
guileful tied my life to your machines
and you help me with your guns
Your heart sees me as a contender
Because I had what you wander
While you are pauper
And you help me with your guns
When in anger you help me with guns
When disagreeing with my brother;
When he is against you
And you help me with your guns
We are now me and you together
we started killing my brother
with me and your guns
you are far far from me
and you help me with your guns
When I realised your motive
And me to pursue the right part
Then you called me a tyrant
And you defy to give me your guns
You now pointed your guns at me
And you now called me your enemy
The people your guns killed
And now you said I commit a genocide
My death brothers are displayed
like an Olympic gold medals
Who are we competiting with?
Is there another planet?
You forgot I killed with your guns
And you forgot you open my eyes
And showed me your lifestyle, ur manse
Now my lifestyle make no sense to you
Luckily your guns had their rivals
Across Atlantic you had your rivals
And i would freely gift your survival
And i would dealt with you randomly
It would be me pointing the guns
You would complain about my goads
You would called me a vicious
Murderer, madman, tyrant, repellents
My guns with aggressive face of Gods,
With the fire of dragoons,
The blood of Arabs,
The brain of Nigerians,
The resilient of Persians
The skill of Romans, and the minds of Americans
You said that your rivals guns are faux
How can i trust your facts?
when you brainwash me with your guns
to wept out my clan.
Kakamu jnr.
Copyright © Umar Kakamu Aliyu | Year Posted 2015
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