DARK GOLD

From a moving train
to a rusty old motor cycles,
From a running,
to crawling.
The hands refused to work,
And he reaps his reward.
I stand with people and 
Await your downfall
After four years,
And you await mine,
After the next four.
How do you expect 
progress when you fight?
How do you see without light?
How do you live without yourself?
Doing things that are not right
Do you even know our plights?
 
From fry pan to fire we move,
From a dollar to a Naira,
is like an eagle to a hen.
For we are victims of selfishness,
For the tears of the people
beckon of the supernatural,
and the blood of the innocent,
cry to the gods of the soil.
Great men have fallen,
but greater men will rise
For innocent blood has been slipt,
and the gods spite it,
for your actions have angered them!
for tour greed and put your eye on one thing,

The Black Gold!
The monopoly that has made
ignoramuses from igronant minds,
for they believeth not in diverse,
But reverse,
and per chance,
they get a dance
they will talk a wrong stance,
and lose balance.
The Black Money
The Dark Gold,
We Want IT.

                                                                                                               Written by;

                                                                                                       Eribake Ayomide