Land of Worry
Give me a keg of palmwine
That I may drink to my demise
For to die is gain and to live is pain
In a land not sorry for our worry
Like a toddler cruising in a lorry
Our lords sailing on the yacht
Driven by the waves of poverty
Gulping glasses of champagne
Squashed from the grapes of agony
Lords eating fried lies and check-ins
While we ride on a trolley down a bumpy gully
To shatter our broken piece to bit pieces
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Ishmael Ogbechie
Portharcourt
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