O Villagers of the black soup medicine,
The fiercest warlord are coming
And loaded fire grenade
an explosive bomb.
Thy lout are on their way
With thousands of thug fighters
Hefty men like Hercules son of Zeus,
In their demeanor gesture
Lurch fearless, to coward.
Thy heartless, and barbaric men
Coming in multitude, to shatter our
flowing milk-honey land
Kill granny, bridegroom, suitors,
lad, and steal our bulls.
Thy devouring beast
In disguise like a clay-mold being,
Hoot like an owl bird
Roar like thy Jungle King
Looking for prey to feed on.
Thy scavengers in man’s form
Are coming for our carcass, dead bodies
Cereals and peanut, stored in a polythene bag
Our beautiful maiden waiting for suitors
Our cutleries, and golden sculpture.
O’ my fellow country men
Our pub of sorcerer spell,
Our Guerrilla patriotic men,
Our dining table of elders banter
All rampage by their patriotic fools.
©️ AbdulAhmeed Adesigbin