I have travelled through the nooks and crannies of the earth
I have explored the springs from which the seas flow
I have walked through the width of its depth
I have been to the hottest part of the planet
I have even journey through continents and Islands
Everywhere I go, I meet her majesty who has no crown
Her kingdom is known for painful hardship.
Her fruits are everywhere across the planet
Unshaved chins dressed in unkempt clothes
I see them freeze; and no one give a clothe
I see them starve;and no one spares bread
I see them commit suicide; and no one cares
I see innocence sacrificed at the altar of survival
I hear birth right sold for tubers of yam in difficulty.
Dry flaky skin in penury
Shrinking alliance of aged limbs
On the road to the gathering of saints
Tattered rags shout ‘Halleluyah’
Empty stomach sings ‘Hossannah’
Ushers welcome with hopelessness
For theirs is the kingdom of back seat.
Here they come to the garden of gloves
To meet the Syringe for treatment
But they are cut off like the head of grains
Wanderers of the day have no note to spare
All hope lies in self-medication
Tell that tale to the well to do.
Creeping worms feast on their bodies
For the cemetery is for the noble
Of what essence is the use of casket?
For the burial of a pauper.
If not for this crownless queen
What will make Adunni steal pepper at Oshodi market?
If not for this crownless queen
What will make Ada sleep with dog for 10,000naira?
If not for this crownless queen
What will make Ajala kidnap and sell a two-year old for 50,000 naira?
If not for this crownless queen
What will make Aboki bomb a thousand people for 2,000naira?
We are not responsible for their plight
Yet we are responsible for their fright
We can make their wrinkles twinkles
We can help their souls mingle in love
We can give when we peep
We can share what we keep.
High over in their lowly caves
They watch in despair
For our golfment are high beyond reach
Meaningstars embezzles all
Private jets courts bulletproof cars
Give birth to mighty mansions
They tread on the bones of the masses
Short live her crownless majesty!
It is an unaffordable luxury
To believe that
This present demonic crazy golfmeant
Is the same with the Linconicdemocracy
For,where are the dividends of democracy?
Fundamental Human rights are not the chorus of the poor
Freedom and liberty are not the music
Ofthe needy in depression.
You have no money, you are deprived of honey
No reasonable naira: you are rendered voiceless like the sea
Yet, we are blessed with natural resources
Our land flows with milk and honey
Who is to be blamed?
Can we blame the colonial masters?
Short live her crownless majesty!
For our people can grow fruits but not juice
For our people can grow cocoa but not chocolate
For our people can grow groundnut but not oil
For our people can explore crude oil but not petroleum
For our people can grow sugar but not sugarcane.
Mere groaning would do no one good
But determination and sincere hard work
All excuses should be shunned
I have no hand is no excuse for poverty
I have no sight is no excuse for poverty
I have no legs is no excuse for poverty
Go find Helen Keller and learn from her.
All hail to theRockefellers of the world
But we all cannot survive on generosity
All men should struggle for survival
He who will not eat should not work
He who will not work should not eat
Life but a running shadow
Poverty her crownless royal majesty
We will slaughter cow at your burial
The whole earth will rejoice at your demise.